This is a story. About a girl. A girl who didn’t have a lot of confidence. A girl who chose to follow instead of lead. A girl who kinda went through life not really understanding that we are put here for a purpose. A girl who did what most people do. Go to school. Go to college. Get a job. Get married. Have a baby…
What this girl didn’t realize is that she was braver than she believed herself to be. She travelled the world. She moved cities, moved provinces and even moved countries just to meet new people and have new experiences. She loved to try new things. What she didn’t understand was that lurking under the surface was the ugliness of depression and anxiety. She was very good at hiding it, but it was always there. It never stopped her. Only slowed her down every once in a while. But she didn’t know what “it” was. She didn’t know why she cried all the time. She only cried when she was alone. She didn’t know why she felt unworthy. Didn’t understand why she made the decisions she made. Sometimes good decisions. Sometimes bad. She just kept going, not realizing that these intense feelings were not “normal” because they became “her” normal.
Then she got pregnant with her first child and she should have been ecstatic. She wasn’t. But she acted like it. She was definitely happy, but more so, she was scared. And sad. And nervous. And convinced that this mom thing was something she definitely could not do.
Then her life changed again. She had her son and fell completely in love. A love she’d never experienced before. But with this love came a crushing ache and a sadness inside of her that just wouldn’t leave. And it stuck around for a few years causing her to hide away. Not see her friends as often. Quit her job (actually 2 jobs). Not trust anyone. She just wanted to be alone.
Then one day she had the courage to ask her doctor if this was normal. The answer was an astounding NO! That day her life changed again. She went on medication. The clouds started to lift. She went to therapy. The dull aches in her body and her mind started to go away. She started to feel better. Happier. More alive. More energetic. Heck, even her memory started coming back.
But she was still very afraid, so she stayed home. But she really wanted to work. She wanted to feel useful, to contribute. To do something. To BE something. Thanks to the help of a wonderful friend, she took her skills and started her own business.
She worked hard and ran that business for over 3 years. And that business was a success. That business helped some of the most impressive business women she’d ever met. That business helped her grow and flourish as a mom, as an entrepreneur, and as a business women. That business was one of the best things to ever happen to that girl. The girl will be forever grateful.
Then one day another opportunity came along. And that girl was ready to make a change. She was finally ready to leave the house. The safety and security of her house was no longer needed all day, every day. The girl wanted to get out, learn new things again, meet more new people. And so she did.
That girl is now employed with the London District Catholic School Board as an Administrative Assistant. That girl starts her new job on Monday. She is happy. She is scared. She is excited. She is nervous. But she is ready.
Unfortunately the girl cannot work a full-time job and run a business, so one has to go. The girl is very sad to say goodbye to her business, but she knows that her family, friends, colleagues and clients understand, are happy for her, and she gives them huge virtual hugs.
She also wants to thank everyone who helped her in her journey and supported her business. She knows that each and every person she met over the past few years, played an integral role in the success of her business, and her growth from a just a girl into a business woman and entrepreneur.
Thank you. I truly, truly thank you.