Blogging Is Hard?!

Goooooood morning!!

I was thinking as I woke up (way too early) that I have been blogging for a little over a month! That, for me, is pretty crazy. I had been thinking about starting a blog for a while. Then one day I said, “Screw it!” and here I am. It also dawned on me this morning that in the first month of blogging, I haven’t been the most organized of bloggers. Through research and simply just viewing other blogs, they seem to have some sort of posting schedule. I obviously know that not every blog does this, but it seems that having a structured release schedule could help with collecting loyal followers. A main goal of mine with this blog is to create content that people actually WANT to read and WANT to come back for more every week.

With that being said…I will now be posting blogs on Tuesdays and Thursdays! As today is Thursday, this will count as today’s blog. I may let out the occasional Sunday (except not this Sunday as it is my 16-hour day at work) post as I want to provide as much content as possible.

Which leads me to my next point. I NEED YOUR HELP! I absolutely love feedback and hearing from people! I would love it if you could comment below on this post and let me know what kind of content you would like to see! I am open to pretty much anything and am always looking for new, fun ideas.

In addition to content ideas, I am very open to guest blogging. This goes both ways, meaning that I am open to having a guest blogger on Just a Girl and Her Cat and I am open to guest blogging on your site!

Something I’ve learned in my first month of blogging; it’s a lot harder than it looks! Part of the reason I want your input on the kind of content you’d like to see is that it’s hard coming up with that shit on your own!! Thinking of  topics and content on a regular basis is a bit more than I expected. I obviously have several great idea, it’s just hard sometimes to pull it all together in a cohesive post. If any of my fellow bloggers have any advice for me, I’m all ears!!! Constructive criticism is a part of life and I am no stranger to it. I take every bit of criticism in every part of my life and use it to drive me forward into a better person, blogger, cat mom, etc.

I have a HUGE passion for writing and want to reach as many people as possible! So please comment and share my blog! I have also attached a follow-by-email widget along the side. You do not need to create a WordPress account in order to follow! Simply enter your email and you will get notified when I upload a post! Easy-peasy!

I apologize for the short post but this topic, I felt, required a quick and to-the-point kind of approach!

 

Follow me on Instagram (caitiep08) and Snapchat (caitiep15)!! If you take just a peek at my Instagram, you will see that I fill it with mostly pictures of Albus! I hope to continue filling it with beautiful pictures of our adventures this summer! Check it out!

*Side Note: I revamped the look of the site! Let me know what you think in the comments!!

Until next time…

Love always,

Caitie♥

Self-Care Is Key

I have mentioned before in a couple of previous posts that I take self-care very seriously. I implement it in my every day life probably would not be a very nice person without it! My self care routine can also change. I have also mentioned before that due to recent events in my life, I no longer find music an effective self-care tool. At least not like I used to.

Losing the love of music, when music has always been a go to for me, was particularly disheartening. I love to sing (by myself) in the car to anything that fits my mood. However lately, I’ve found it significantly less helpful as a coping skill. Having left a negative and abusive relationship left me more upset after listening to music on the radio or even most of the stuff in my Spotify than relaxed or happy. At first I would cry when I was in my sister’s car because I felt like I couldn’t ask her to turn the music off when a particularly hard song to listen to came on. That has since gotten easier. However, when I’m in my own car, I still don’t listen to music. Instead, I listen to audiobooks. Honestly I truly enjoy listening to audiobooks, especially the Harry Potter series. On long road trips I would often prefer to listen to Harry Potter than music.

Self care has several levels that goes beyond finding things you enjoy to de-stress. Taking care of your body will in turn help your mind and soul. This section of self-care is easier to figure out, as it is pretty universal for everyone.

  • Get Enough Sleep…sleep is a crucial part to having a healthy body. I have been trying to ensure I get at least 8 hours of sleep every night. Only one night every 8 days do I get less sleep (more on that later). Now that I have been doing that for a few months, my body has adjusted to the sleep schedule and I now only set an alarm as a backup. I pretty much wake up on my own now, well ahead of my alarm. Lack of sleep can worsen symptoms of depression and anxiety. Studies have even shown that sleep problems can more severely affect those with a mental health diagnosis than those without one.
  • Eat Well…this is the part I struggle with the most. I am a HUGE stress eater. This is most prominent in my love for Oreos. However, lately I have been doing my very best to implement more healthy options into my food choices. I’ve broken out my Nutri-Bullet and make myself smoothies to go with my lunch. I’ve also started drinking chai tea to help boost my system in the mornings with breakfast. Breakfast is something I hadn’t really taken seriously, but as the doctors say… it’s the most important meal of the day! I have a love for avocado toast so that makes breakfast pretty easy. I don’t really tire of it since there are so many ways to change it up. A healthy diet is another huge part of having a healthy body and mind. In fact, there have been studies about how having a healthy diet can lessen the risks of severe depression.
  • Implement Physical Activity…while I have always enjoyed working out, finding the motivation to do so has forever been a struggle of mine. I have noticed recently that I am very out of shape, getting winded going up just a couple of flights of stairs. This especially carries over into my job when there is some physical requirements at times. I have recently started yoga in the mornings to try and help with my flexibility as well as my general fitness. I have also done quite a bit of research on how yoga can help your mental health as well. It’s actually a lot more involved that I ever though, but that is what makes me more intrigued to continue with it.

I never exactly went into detail on how my work schedule works. It’s not the most conventional of schedules but it works pretty well for me. I have a rotating schedule where I work for four days then I have four days off. So basically my days off are always changing, which means that I get some weekends off. Working in the direct care field usually mans that having weekends off is a luxury. I work 40 hours; 2:30pm to 10:30pm for the first three days I work and 6:30am to 10:30pm on the fourth day. Having a 16 hour work day has definitely proved difficult at times to stay awake. So as I mentioned before, the night before my long day at work I don’t get quite as much sleep as I would like since I get home close to 11pm and have to wake up by at the very latest 5:30am the next morning. However, implementing more body-based self-care practices into my life have helped me to have more energy.

I also definitely haven’t done away with my de-stressing self-care habits either. For example, Saturday was my long day at work and it was pretty awful. Long story short, by the end of the night I had been bitten, kicked in the jaw, and a sore back. All of this made me one not very happy Caitie. But I can’t let that show around my kids at work. I have to retain my emotions and keep them in until I leave for the night. When I got home that night, I got an ice pack to try to avoid having a gross bite bruise and settled in at my

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computer to kill some orcs and protect Middle Earth. I’m taking a break from my usual favorite, Dragon Age, for my new love Middle Earth: Shadow of Mordor.

I find it extremely de-stressing to sit at my computer and just let myself go into this other world that is so very different from my own. I typically gravitate towards games in which I can create my own character from looks to personality to abilities. However, the game play of Shadow of Mordor is so good, I couldn’t care less that I can’t create my own character. So Saturday night I spent a couple of hours immersed in Middle Earth while my dad snored away on the futon in my bedroom. He had just returned from a trip to the beach and wanted to spend the night at my place so that we could spend some time together the following day.

Yesterday was a mental health day for me meaning that I did pretty much nothing but relax. I stayed off social media for the most part, only going on to scroll through Instagram or Facebook for a little. I got breakfast with my dad at a really cute little café in town where I had salmon eggs benedict and pretty much died over how good it was. I enjoyed my time with him since I don’t see him as often as I would like. Then he went to drive home after dropping me off and I took a long nap. I felt so rejuvenated after that nap. I then made myself a chicken caesar wrap and binge watched The Crown on Netflix. This portion of my day also included a lot of cuddling with Albus. Probably the best part of my day, though, was beating my moms in a grueling game of Scrabble! My mom boasts about her superiority in the game so it’s always nice when I manage to beat her!

Waking up today, I felt much better both mentally and physically. I took my time getting up and moving this morning, which I am happy about as my mom now wants me to go out and do yard work with her! If nothing else, please take away from this blog the sense that you are worth taking some time out for. You can’t even start to truly help others if you cannot help yourself first!

Until next time!

Love always,

Caitie♥

Adventures With Albus: Devils Den

Yesterday I was quite nervous about the weather. It was supposed to thunderstorm later in the afternoon. I picked up a hosting shift at my second, part-time, job but I also really wanted to get Albus outside for a while. While I was working, the sky was bright but cloudy and the wind picked up at times. However, I was fortunate and there was no rain! I worked briefly from 12-2:30pm, only getting a couple of hours in due to it being slow. So I went home, made myself some lunch, and got Albus ready!

Getting Albus into the car is always the hardest part of our outings. He is still nervous and I think when I picked him up I pressed on his bladder because he peed on me. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, so I wasn’t really phased. I got Albus in the car and

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turned on the A/C then went inside to change. I set up a little litter box for him in the back of my car. I’m happy to say he used it… took a nice big shit as soon as we left the driveway.

I sprayed the pheromone spray that I have mentioned in a previous blog. I didn’t notice a huge change in his behavior in the car so I’m not sure that it lessened his stress at all. However, since I paid like $20 for it, I’ll keep using it to see if it works over time.

I’ve been doing a lot of research on why cats struggle so much with the car. Kind of like harness training, training a cat to ride in the car should really be done from the start while they’re young. Unfortunately I skipped that step when I was harness training baby Albus. That is also the case with anyone who adopts an older cat. Albus’s behavior is anxiety based as opposed to motion sickness. He has never gotten sick in the car, just peed himself occasionally. His drooling is also a behavior that points to anxiety. My goal is to get Albus out and in the car more and more, especially over the summer, to show him that the car isn’t a bad place. So hopefully his anxiety goes down after having the car be put into his semi-regular routine. His vet has prescribed him Prozac to try to help with that, but Albus is a horrible pill taker. My mom actually suggested just last night after I mentioned the Prozac that it is available in liquid form for humans. My plan is to discuss this possibility with my vet. I’ve mentioned it before, but Albus is my biggest concern when preparing for van life. I think he will be fine as he has adjusted to several new apartments in the past. However, this will be a lot smaller and mobile. That is why I plan to make my van the most cat-friendly van on the planet. My design for the van will revolve around him and his needs first to make sure he is comfortable in our tiny home.

So back to the adventure. Living in Gettysburg, there are a number of places that are quite close to take Albus. Yesterday I decided on Devils Den. Devils Den is basically a bunch of really big rocks that was the spot of something important during the Battle of Gettysburg in the Civil War. Not exactly sure what that important something was but if it is of interest to you… google it.

If I was to have any advice for someone trying to get their cat to be an outdoorsy cat it would be to be patient. Albus loves being outside, yes, but he hasn’t really ventured outside the yard and surrounding immediate areas or truck stops on a couple of long road trips. So when I take Albus to a new place, he is very cautious of his surroundings and sometimes takes a bit to get the courage to explore. After lounging on the rocks for a while, Albus decided to explore and eventually settled on some grass to graze on.

 

Where we stopped in the video is where we sat for the following 15 minutes because some people walked by and he just wasn’t quite sure about them. Like I said… patience is the key. While he may sometimes act like a dog, he isn’t and takes a while to get comfortable exploring new places. We went at his pace and I sat and relaxed when he decided to lay down for a bit. He is very much the boss on our outings and I have absolutely no shame in that.

While we were sitting in a more grassy area, several people asked if they could pet him and showered him with compliments of his beauty and soft fur. I think the extra head scratches made him feel a little more comfortable as he soon got up to explore after the people left.

All in all it was a very good day. Yes, Albus was stressed out a bit in the beginning, but this is a process. Before, he used to be mad at me and hide somewhere in my room the rest of the night. Last night, he disappeared for about an hour then came out to snuggle and receive head scratches.

Keep an eye out for my review of Sons of Anarchy coming out either later today or tomorrow morning! If you like Adventures With Albus, give it a star! I also love getting feedback, so don’t by shy to drop a comment below! Until next time!

Love always,

Caitie♥

The Reality of Vicarious Trauma

Honestly, vicarious trauma sucks ass. Too many people think that vicarious trauma is a myth that people use as an excuse. Truth is, it’s real and it’s too easily overlooked by society. By definition, vicarious trauma is the result of continuous interaction with those who have experiences trauma and by association, highly stressful situations. If left alone, the effects of vicarious trauma can be dangerous.

Unfortunately, my job is about 85% stressful situations. I have chosen a career path that has me interacting with a lot of children who have dealt with way more shit than they ever deserved or should have experienced. I read their files and hear their stories and it breaks my heart. Then, to see the effect it has on the kids is even worse. I have interacted with countless children who have had and currently have self-harm behaviors and suicidal ideations. They want to die because of what happened to them. They ask to talk and try to process their feelings with me and other staff at times.

If that’s what they need, then I am happy to provide a set of ears for them. Most of the time, I am confident in my responses and do my best to put their minds at ease at least for a time until they can meet with their therapist. But sometimes, I just don’t know what to say. And that makes me feel absolutely horrible. If I don’t have anything to say to them, then what good am I? How can I be good at my job if I’m at a literal loss for words when the kids need me to say something that will help them not want to hurt themselves or end their lives. My own therapist tells me that it’s okay to not know what to say and to tell the kids that. Deep down I believe that, seeing as how I am not a licensed therapist. I didn’t endure the years of school and learning that requires. But on some level, I still feel worthless to the kids that I have no words for. I know they appreciate me just listening to them, but I wish there was more I could do for them. For now, I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding myself that I am doing the best I can.

There are a lot of signs and symptoms that can lead to the conclusion that someone is suffering from vicarious trauma. I’ve noticed several of them in myself over the years. If you notice them in someone around you, don’t be afraid to speak up and be supportive!

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Physical

* Unusually tired, even after taking a rest

* Difficulty sleeping or over sleeping

* Irregular headaches or body aches

Emotional

* Increased anger and irritability

* Lasting feelings of grief and anxiety

*More easily distracted

Behavioral

* Increased isolation

* Increase or decrease in eating habits

* Avoiding work or other responsibilities

Burnout is a huge part of my job. My first weekend of work at the program I’m at now, an incident occurred with several girls that led to three staff quitting. Some people just aren’t able to handle the stress of the job and that’s okay. However, it’s frustrating when they all realize that at once and split, leaving the rest of us to figure it out. It ultimately leads to more stress on those of us who tough it out. The above symptoms and the associative stress is what leads to such a high burnout rate among mental health workers.

Unfortunately another part of my job includes physically restraining the kids when they become self-harmful or aggressive. The proper term is Emergency Safety Physical Intervention. No one enjoys doing this, but it necessary at times. The last week or so, one of my girls at work has been having a hard time with self-harm. We’ve had to intervene several times and it definitely takes a toll both physically and emotionally. The ESPIs can lead to vicarious trauma as well. It is extremely stressful to be holding a child who is screaming at you to just let them kill themselves. There have been several nights where I’d like to just throw in the towel and be done. But as much as I hate my job sometimes, I love it, too. It can be very rewarding when you see a kid make progress and eventually make it home or wherever their next step is. It definitely isn’t something I will do long-term; I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I think that’s part of where my dream of a nomadic and free lifestyle comes from.

My previous job as a foster care case worker in Massachusetts put a lot of emphasis on self-care. We even, at times, had whole meetings on the subject. Self care was hard for me while in Massachusetts. I dealt with the stress of my job during the day and went home to the stress of my fiancé at night. I literally never had a break. It usually doubled up with my ex texting me and calling me all day while I was at work to complain about one thing or another. I was burning out fast and everyone at my job took notice. No one really said anything because they weren’t sure how to help. I made two friends while working there who I know will be close friends for life. I talk to them regularly and they have been a huge part of me getting through leaving my ex and moving away.

Now that I don’t have that extra stress at home, I am able to focus more on myself and my own well being. I can come home and escape into one of my video games or take a long shower then relax with Albus without anything getting in the way. I think that, for sure, helps me be better at my job. I’ve talked a little about my main self-care components before and I plan on doing a bigger post about the topic in the future. It is something I take very seriously and preach to my girls on a daily basis. The biggest piece of advice I give them is that, from experience, it always gets worse before it gets better and that now is not forever. I have told every single one of my girls this and I have heard them repeating it to their parents and other kids in the program. I like to think I am making a difference in the lives of these girls and I truly hope that I am.

Everyone go home tonight and take some time for yourself. Sit for ten minutes and practice deep breathing. Go for a walk. Blast music and dance without a care. Do whatever works for you. You’re no help to anyone if you can’t take care of yourself.

Until next time…

Love always,

Caitie♥

Music As a Coping Skill and Why It’s Okay If It Doesn’t Work For You

Music, in my opinion, is probably the most widely used coping skills. My experience in the mental health field thus far has had me meet a lot of teenage and young children. I’d say with confidence that about 90% of them used music as a coping skill. Hell, I’ve definitely used music to get through a shitty day. Music can not only improve your mood on a gloomy day or soothe your soul in a time of grief. I’ve seen its effectiveness in action on countless occasions. Check this out…Music-Therapy-Graphic

When people say music is powerful…they mean it. However, that doesn’t guarantee it’s the solution for everyone. Every person’s mind and body are different and thus need different things to keep them together.

I gathered up the courage to leave my emotionally and verbally abusive ex the day after this past Christmas. Christmas night, my mom and I had a conversation about making a plan for me to leave in the near future. Unfortunately, the following day escalated to the point where I couldn’t even function at work and I knew it had to be right then. My mom drove up that night. My mom wasn’t going to get to Massachusetts until very early morning, so I went home to pack a bag, get Albus, and went to stay at a close friend’s apartment. That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. He was there and was not happy because I had stopped responding to his verbally abusive text messages earlier that day. At first he acted confused, saying that he didn’t know why I was leaving. I told him that if he didn’t know why, then that was part of the problem. Then he did what he always did. He got angry. In came the name calling and the insults. That, in my mind, just reassured why I needed to leave. I needed to leave while I could before things continued to get worse.

On the ride back to Pennsylvania a few days later, I had a panic attack in my car going 75 down the highway. I managed to call my mom and pull over. That was the first time my mom told me to turn on some music and it will get better. So I got in my car and turned on the radio. You know what I heard when I turned to my go-to stations? A shit-ton of love songs. Songs about new love, past love, lost love, and true love. The exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. I couldn’t listen to hip hop because that’s all my ex ever listened to. So turning on the radio only made me think more about everything…made me cry even more than I already was.

For the first month after leaving, I didn’t listen to any music at all. In the car, I would listen to Harry Potter audiobooks. After that, the only music I could stand listening to was Disney music. I love singing to Disney songs in the shower. I think it was easier for me to listen to Disney, even though they are quite a few love songs, was because my ex would always put me down and tell me how childish I was being when I sang to it and that I needed to grow the fuck up.  And let me just say that I have a wide variety of music that I listen to…pretty much anything except country music. Not exactly sure why but I just can not stand country. But when I want to sing in the shower to de-stress after a long day, I turn to Disney. And I have absolutely no shame in that.

That’s pretty much still where I’m at with music. However, I’ve stopped getting uncomfortable when music is playing while I’m in other people’s cars. I am confident I will get back to jamming out to whatever suits my fancy on my way home from a hellish day of work because audiobooks just don’t cut it some nights and I end up going to sleep stressed out and anxious. At first I would get upset and mostly angry when someone would tell me to just put on some music. I’ve pretty much gotten over that, too because it happens much less frequently. My mom said it to me several times in the beginning, but I expressed to her my feelings towards the topic and she hasn’t since. It wasn’t just my mom who had done it, just the most frequent so unfortunately my frustration come out on her a little bit. She and I have had an up and down relationship since I came home, but we’ve patched it all up and are doing very well.

So right now, music just doesn’t work for me as a coping skill. And that is perfectly okay. Even if for some reason I never listen to music the same way again, that would be okay too. Maybe a little frustrating, but okay if I need to avoid it best I can in order to have a healthy mind. I still and will always continue to encourage the use of music as a coping skill if that is what works for the person. I’ve seen it work wonders with some of the kids I’ve worked with and could never doubt it’s ability. But not everything is going to work for everyone and that is perfectly okay.

Until next time.

Love always,

Caitie♥

 

Once you get a cat…you never go back

Therapeutic companionship at it’s best…meet Albus!

Few statements have ever been so true. My trusty companion is this guy! Meet the other half of Just a Girl and Her Cat, Albus!

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Albus, however, is not my first cat. I had a cat, Oreo, for 11 years before having to make the incredibly hard decision to put her down. She had a tumor wrapped up in her belly and she was suffering with very few treatment options. She was my first cat…the one who got me to truly love these wonderful creatures.

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I rescued Oreo as a teeny tiny kitty when our dog found her in our neighbor’s tree in 2005. She was a small little fluff that was very sick. We nursed her back to health and then my mom wanted to TAKE HER TO THE SHELTER!!! I simply could not let that stand. So what did my 13-year-old self do? I cried…for about 3 days. I cried for my mom to let me keep this little baby kitty that we had saved. Needless to say, it worked. My mom loved Oreo. Probably mostly because Oreo secretly wanted to be a dog and thus acted like one. She was the worst beggar out of her and my moms’ numerous dogs! She never missed meal time, human or otherwise! She was also notorious for stealing whole peices of chicken from people’s plates.

I met Albus as a newly born kitten when a roommate’s cat had kittens. This was August of 2012. He would follow me around in the mornings as I got ready for class and he’d be waiting for me when I came back. So basically, he chose me. Oreo was still living at my moms’ house because that was her home and she would be more comfortable with the dogs she grew up with around. Long story short, I took a break from college shortly after adopting Albus and took him home to meet his sister. Oreo and Albus didn’t quite hit it off at first. He was a rambunctious little kitten while she was proper lady who had put her rough play days behind her. However, as Albus chilled the fuck out a little bit and realized he had a bunch of dogs he can play with when Momma wasn’t home, their relationship got better.

I am a huge fan of having a pet as a therapeutic companion. That is what I considered Oreo and what I currently consider Albus. He isn’t just a pet to me. He is my fur child (if someone asks if I have a kid, I usually say yes!) and he is my confidant. He’s the one who snuggles me when I cry and the one who lays with me as I vent aimlessly about life. Albus and I have had many fun adventures together and I hope to have those adventures get so much bigger in the future.

Believe it or not, cats provide several health benefits to us humans! Some of those benefits are as follows (Source):

  • Reduction in stress and anxiety
  • Boost in immunity
  • Lower blood pressure
  • Decrease risk for stroke, heart attack and heart disease

The list goes on and on. I can’t technically speak to the medical benefits, but Albus has certainly been a huge part of lessening my stress and anxiety.

This has been especially true these last few months. He greets me at the door every night after work and is usually right there when I wake up in the morning. He is very attentive as well. He knows when I need a little extra lovins and is happy to provide. He also lets me know when he wants some alone time. For example, I know that when he is laying on the top of his cat tree, he doesn’t like to be pet or bothered. Since moving back into my moms’ house, we have settled into a routine that works well for us.

I won’t say that Albus doesn’t have his asshole habits, because he certainly does. His most annoying one is eating/chewing through phone charger cords. He loves the shit out of phone cords. If I had to guess, he’s cost me around 15 or so cords. So while he definitely is an asshole sometimes, his strengths far outweigh his weaknesses.

I have three main self-care components and spending time with Albus is right in that number one spot. Nothing is better to me than laying in bed with him sprawled out next to me purring up a storm!

My other two self-care components are gaming and singing in the shower. Which, even when I am doing either of those, Albus is never far from me. He has easy access to the downstairs of the house through a cat door in the stairway door, so he goes down to visit my moms and the dogs quite often. I spend a considerable amount of time down there with them as well, however, the upstairs is my home base for now and where I feel most comfortable.

More on that to come so…until next time!

Love always,

Caitie♥

Introductory Nonsense…

**Disclaimer!** If profanity isn’t quite your thing…this blog definitely isn’t your thing either. Thanks for stopping by!!

Glad that’s out-of-the-way! I’m Caitie and welcome to my blog!

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I’m just going to go over the basic introductory shit that will give you the rundown on my life thus far. First things first, I suppose would be the purpose of my blog. This blog is going to be a daily life/lifestyle blog following my personal life. I am aiming to use this as a therapeutic experience. My therapist (I’m a huge fan of self-care) keeps suggesting that I write in a journal. I’ve honestly tried journaling before, and I never seemed to stick with it. I got to thinking one day after therapy and thought that if my experience or story could resonate with or help someone else, then maybe it’s worth putting out there.

Current Situation:

  • Left an abusive fiancé
  • Moved myself and my cat back in with my parents
  • Filed for bankruptcy
  • Working as a direct care staff at a psychiatric residential program

Might as well go in order. After college, I moved to Worcester, Massachusetts for a change of scenery from central Pennsylvania. Shortly after, I met a guy. One thing led to another and boom…in love. I fell fast and I fell fucking hard. He knew all the right things to say and all the right things to do in order for a gal to swoon. I had a shitty landlord and ended up moving in with this guy way too soon. Fast-forward a year and a half and we’re engaged. In that time, his true personality came out and it was not a good one. More on that to come, though since I’m such a nice person, I will respect his privacy (Full disclosure being that I know some people who read this will know who he is and will ask that they do the same). 

Finally said no more to the fiancé and moved back to Gettysburg, PA. I now live in the upstairs of my moms’ house with my fur child, Albus. It’s definitely had its struggles but the setup is nice. I have the whole upstairs to myself with Albus and have everything but a stove. My mini fridge from college is getting good use. My mom’s wife comes upstairs to shower on the weekdays before work because its easier for the two of them to get ready in separate bathrooms. I just go with it.

Not even going near the shitty bankruptcy part. I’m going to wait until the process is completely done then post about my full experience.

My job can be stressful as hell! However, it can also be very rewarding. While I can’t go into too much detail when talking about my job due to HIPPA laws and such, it’s such a huge part of my life so it will inevitably make its way into the blog.

I am on my way to healing my heart and my soul. I know it will not be an easy or a short journey, but I know I have great things ahead in my life. Not at all sure what, but who doesn’t love a surprise?!

While this is a basic rundown of my current life, I do hope you come back for more. Throughout my blog journey I hope to delve deeper into my soul and bring out my past experiences while relating to what’s going on out in the world. Which is a world I very much want to go out and see. Hang tight with me while I work to build a successful presence within the blog community!

Also, it took me about 5ish hours to write this due to getting distracted from catching up on The Walking Dead.

Love always,

Caitie♥