All posts by sheisinme2009

She is in me refers to my daughter who fills my soul. I love my daughter so very much, she is what wakes me each morning to fight another day. It has been put on my heart to share my story- in the hopes that someone going through anything similar to the many things I have been through can know, they are not alone. Good people do make bad choices but please don't let them define you. Time truly does change everything... and often.

Do you practice religion?

Practice Religion? That would be like practicing tennis or softball because I like to play the game. I couldn’t in good faith use the term ” I practice religion.”

I would say I have relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, He died for my sins and rose again on the 3rd day. Jesus comes to save us all from eternity in hell, He loves us! The Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit are part of me, like family. It isn’t a practice it’s learning to let Jesus led your life, not practice doing it yourself so that Jesus has no place. This will leave a feeling of emptiness.

When it returns… not if..

Two months ago I decided to take Spring Break off with my daughter. Making plans to clean up around the house, inside and out. We have done about 1/3 of what we planned. What I did not count on was my depression coming back 2 weeks ago. I thought by now it would be gone.. Yesterday was pretty rough… Today I got up before 8am, drank coffee with my pups, got a bath, and now I am fighting my brain to do anything else. Tanning bed, movies, 3 days worth of dishes, probably need to feed the dogs, cat, and birds. Def wash clothes and put some away.. UGGGG it’s just all so overwhelming I want to scream. It’s just life though. The day to day things that seem to overwhelm my thinking and motivation to get anything done. Till I just want to hide under the covers until it’s dark and I can’t see the mess in the sunshine anymore. I can’t see the heap of clothes on my dresser and overflowing laundry baskets, I look past the sinks full of dishes and the empty fridge that reminds me we need groceries too. When does this go away?? I know I have changed. Got it. Dooley noted for sure. I want ME back though. No matter how many meds they give me, no matter how much time I spend on my knees, no matter how much praise and worship I push out.. ME is just not there anymore… A part went of me went with all the ones that have passed… People say, I have never known anyone close to me pass… “take one of mine” I think… It’s probably close to 15+ people that should be here…. wow.

My sister’s 2nd anniversary is coming up on April 5th (my brothers Birthday- one last dig at him she could take lol) Out of everyone I have laid to rest, my sister haunts me. No funeral, no memorial service, nothing. Just dead and forgotten.. Isn’t that sad? If I die will that be it? This time of year, I am seeing, is going to be tough for awhile.. leading into reliving all the loss from 2021..

So my depression has returned.. but I am fighting it. My momma raised a fighter, and I will fight till I die.

Life and Grief continue…(,)

I am just coming out of what I can only describe as a “grief strike” It happens less now… maybe every few months or after anniversaries, birthdays, and holidays. Sometimes I can hide it.. and sometimes it so debilitating I need help.. It can last anywhere from a few hours to a few days or more.. I think even my husband now recognizes the signs of “a big one” coming.. There is no stopping it, it can come out of nowhere and build up to an explosion of feelings consisting of loneliness, uncontrollable crying, maybe screaming and anger, if it’s a really bad the days following the “fog” always returns. Day to day life becomes less important and sleep becomes my best friend. It’s a cycle I long to get out of… but I see no end in sight. Just allot of continued prayers and focusing on Jesus. Jesus is the only one that can set me free of this bondage. I know that he will, his word promises this.

Matthew 5:4 – Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Revelation 21:4 – He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Psalm 147:3 – He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Psalm 34:18 – The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
Matthew 11:28-30 – Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Grief for me, is different depending on where my thoughts are. I may grieve the few childhood years my daughter missed out on, I grieve the church family I saw every time the doors where open for over 10 years,. I grieve the family I lost after my 15 year marriage dissolved, I grieve my teens and 20’s because instead of building a career I was an addict. I grieve my life before everyone close to me passed away within 6 months in 2021. I grieve the life I use to know.. the life I took for granted..

I have to be careful not to sink into a “pitty party” it is soooo easy to do.

I think it has been a little over a year since we were led to Jesus City Church in Montgomery. My faith returning and my prayers don’t feel like empty words, and the excitement that I feel on Sundays and whenever we are going is riveting. I know God allowed me to go through all these valleys in my life for a reason, it’s one reason I write in this blog. The “church hurt” I felt from my previous church kept me from building relationships here, serving, and just really trusting the people.

People are going to let you down. Period. Jesus never will. I have let people down too. Many people. I can’t go back and change anything, but I can choose to allow the Lord to guide me, convict me, and grow me in to the woman he has always designed me to be. At 42 (almost 43) people tell me all the time I should write a book. It’s a sure hit for a Hollywood movie. LOL!

We are almost 2 months down in a new year. 2023 is starting out good with plans for the future.. I honestly could not tell you anything that happened in 2021 and 2022. (except for the AWESOME summer of 2022!)

I will not give up the daily fight of living life and dealing with grief on a daily. Someone asked me last night “How is your dad?” I almost lost it on the spot, the question use to be “How is your mom and dad?” People that haven’t experienced grief are lucky to not understand this, but if you have, I know you understand it completely.

Keep up the fight my friend. Jesus will meet you at the gate and wipe away all your tears.

Letter to my grief.

Some time ago it came up in my grief group I am in to write a letter to my grief… I never did it… Reason being it would have been filled with colorful language and HATE so thick no one would have wanted to read it. Not that I have people even reading these posts, but it would have made for what I can only describe a pure hate.

Not that me and my grief are friends now or anything… I still despise it, but I don’t hate it anymore… after all, it is part of who I am now. So here it is.. a letter to my grief.

Dear Grief,

You have been in and out of my life since a very young age.. My grandmother, on my mom’s side, passed away when I was 12, or somewhere close to that. My mom took care of my grandmother after she had surgery to remove a brain aneurysm and she lived with us and my mom took care of her. That was my first experience with you, but I was so young.. I didn’t really “grieve” but my mom sure did- the rest of her life she grieved the loss of her mom.

Today, I understand what my mom was feeling all those years without her mom to call upon. My daughter is 13 and I would give anything to call my mom and ask for her help and guidance on raising my daughter.. or just to hear her say “I love you my daughter” again.. but death took her, and YOU are a constant reminder of that ugly truth.

On September 18th, 2016, is when you and I got very up close and personal. I don’t even know how got from my car to the church parking lot or how I was picked up off the pavement by the preachers’ daughter… I didn’t know you had the power to make me scream like that and even blackout.. The one person in this world, that was not family, had died in a wreck on the way to work that Sunday morning. I called him “My brother from another mother” and my mom called him “son”. His death is when you and I really came face to face and I felt a loss like I had never felt before. This loss changed my entire life. You began to change me too in the week after his death.

I have lost all my grandparents, cousins, my dog, a cat, and another big one I grieve was my divorce on April 24, 2018. I lost an entire family I loved very much after 15+ years… and I grieve the childhood that was ripped from my daughter. Is there not a loss you don’t make your way in to??

My cousin Michael died in January 2021, my Aunt Lynn February 2021, my sister April 2021, my mom got diagnosed with brain cancer April 2021 and passed June 2021. What can I say? I truly HATE you some days!!!. I was always taught never even say “hate”. Noone should ever have to deal with this kind of grief. You made me want to, at one point, take my own life. I was in what I can only describe as “complete darkness”. In that moment everything in my life was gone. Everyone and everything I had my entire life was gone!!!. NEVER coming back- ever. I did not want to live anymore because the weight of it all outweighed my reality. Thank goodness the Lord can break through any darkness! Ohhhh how I thank you Lord!!!!

I started having to see someone, joined a grief group, and got my family going to church because you were beating me down so much, I did not want to fight you anymore. Man, you are strong when you want to be. BUT- my God is stronger.

The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” 2 Chronicles 20:15

I have learned that I cannot fight you alone, I must reach out for help. You remind me of the many blessings in my life and not to take them for granted. You changed the way the sun rises and sets, how the seasons change, how the flowers bloom, how the wind blows, how I hear music, how I look at the sky and the birds and butterflies. Everything is now a sign from my loved ones above and a reminder of my loved ones still here that need me.

I can’t call you my friend, you are simply my grief now. You are real and here to stay. As my mom grieved her mom the rest of her life, I too will grieve mine and the rest of my friends and family that have passed. I used to tell my mom “You still have us here?” and would get mad that she would be so upset about her mom after all those years.. I didn’t get it. Bet I do now…

You are the one thing in this life that doesn’t die. People don’t “get over it” it doesn’t “get better with time” at least not for me you haven’t. That 1st year was a fog, I don’t even remember the rest of 2021 through the holidays. You were so thick. As we approach the 2nd holiday without them, could you please back off? I know that you won’t. I will pray and fight you all the days of my life, till I can dwell in the house of the Lord forever. You won’t get to me in heaven grief!! You WON’T get me there. You are like a stinky fart that follows someone around… Can’t see you, but you are defiantly there.

I am sure we will be seeing each other real soon.

Not your friend,

Clarity comes in the oddest moments…

I am half way through my 40 days of fasting from social media. I must say it has been a big relief…The first few days I felt lost.. like I didn’t know what was going on.. (I did keep candy crush, but I don’t use it.. that much LOL!) I have been using my Bible app everyday.. I figured out things I did not know it did.. A place to put prayers, then mark when answered.. Compare verses used in different versions of the Bible.. Connect with other believers and much more!

This morning as I was struggling mentally.. the last couple of days have been mixed emotions as I got my full mental diagnosis from my doctor on Tuesday (10/18/22). I opened my Bible app to do my study this morning it was on one simple word. Breathe. Breathe in God’s love, kindness, patience, joy, goodness, faithfulness, and gentleness. Breathe out the anxiety, panic, hate, sorrow, GRIEF, sadness, and feelings of being unworthy. It said to keep my mouth closed and breathe in and out my nose.. praying these things.. What came to me? Clarity. I have been putting my hope in medications and supplements.. and while now my physical body is fighting to get off these things it is affecting my mind even more. Not in a good way either.

My God can rescue me. My hope is in Jesus Christ as I fight this.. The Lord knew that this battle was coming. It was not just an idea to fast social media.. 20 days after I began fasting I was seeing the doctor and devastated with the diagnosis and plans to change my meds.. Instead of running to “make a post” I ran to my Bible app and some of my sisters in Christ. Praise the Lord for these women!!

Jesus plans out every detail of our lives.. He knows what lies ahead. He knew I would need to completely look to Him to get me through this darkness.. heal my mental illness.. and I pray that SOON, He would take it all away.

God is in this story – by Big Daddy Weave and Katy Nichole

Completely Helpless.

A year ago, today (10/21/22) I was driving in the pouring down rain, alone and crying out to the Lord in a desperation. 14 days prior my daddy and I had made the almost 2-hour drive to Beacon Behavioral Hospital. We took my then 12-year-old after many attempts at suicide, had begun cutting, and was just a shell of a person. I can’t accurately describe what this momma was feeling…but I can try.

Failure as a mother.








I tried to put myself in her shoes and quit swimming in my own self-pity. Telling myself to “pull it together” and “she needs you now more than ever” which just caused a panic attack. I pulled over. I prayed. And prayed, and prayed, and prayed. How could I help her when I was an even bigger mess mentally, emotionally, and physically? The day we left her there kept playing over in my head… All I could think about was what if something happens here, I can’t protect her? Will she be, ok? Will they help her? Am I doing the right thing?? I have to be doing the right thing… this had to be the right thing for her… Utterly and completely helpless but so thankful my daddy was with me. When I got home, I cried for a long time in the shower… I cried every single day for her… Hating myself for all she had been put through at such a young age. I failed her as a mother… something I still to this day struggle with at times…

After only being able to speak for 30 minutes a day on the phone for 14 days when my baby came through those doors, I never wanted to let go of her!! Ever!!! I vowed I would protect her no matter the cost, be strong for her, and pull myself out of the depression I was in. That proved to be harder to do than I thought… She was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, PTSD, anxiety, and gender dysmorphia. We had allot of self-work to do since I too had been diagnosed with major depressive disorder and anxiety… I later found out I have a panic disorder and insomnia. I HAD to be better for her though. I just had to be. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed.

I went to work part time. I made sure I was always with her for almost 8 months. I never left her alone. I’ve continued to pray every single day and today I could not be prouder of this now young lady. Smarter than she should be, well rounded in her thinking and judgment. The personal therapist of her friends, me, and my husband. LOL! She says that smiling now… She is going to change lives one day! I just know God has put a calling on her life too.

She continued with therapy; I was in therapy too. Both of us still so angry with what had happened with her father. Her anger burned and affected all her relationships and how she saw herself. I didn’t know what to do honestly. Imagine the terror and helplessness of thinking you could come home one day and find you child… wondering if, as a mother, what you were doing was enough. Knowing that I myself was struggling with grief so heavy I could not even get through the days without breaking down. Every. Single. Day. We kept on moving forward though. Seeing her fight, made me fight harder too.

On October 16, 2022, my husband and I were baptized. It was an absolutely amazing day. The best part, watching my daughter walk down the steps into that pool. I couldn’t believe it; it was truly a GOD MOMENT! I could not hold back the tears as the music played and I watched my baby girl talk with Pastor Jason. I looked at my husband and he was crying right along with me. When she came out of that water the smile on her face was that of pure happiness and contentment. My constant prayer was that the Lord would continue to chase after her and that she would receive His power to overcome the hurt, anger, and resentment that she had carried for so long.

I had finally forgiven myself, which allowed me to forgive my ex-husband and his family. The weight of it all was gone. I knew exactly what she was feeling when she came out of that water and this momma’s heart was bursting with love for her and for our Savior Jesus Christ!!!

Isn’t it amazing how God works? I no longer have to feel completely helpless.

Psalm 46:1 “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”

Starting again..

Here we go again, I think to myself. Yet this time feels more authentic, more real, more spiritual. Maybe age has given me the feeling that this time its going to be different. This time I am older and have the ability to really stay the course and not get weary or exhausted at trying to do what is right. What the Lord is calling for me to do.. Today is a new day. I have never fasted before. I’ve heard it preached many times and felt led, but never followed through. Today starts 40 days of fasting from social media. No facebook, snapchat, or twitter. Only my bible app to open on my phone. No public announcement or way to share my blog posts. Just me letting the Lord guide my steps and direct me in the way He wants me to go. This blog post is part of those steps. I believe now that we (or maybe just me lol) do get exhausted and weary because the good work is not what we truly WANT to do. It’s to hard. It’s much easier to give in to this world and our selfish desires, forgetting that God has something much bigger and better planed for us.

The last 5 years have been long and filled with much. To keep looking back is to not move forward, right?. How do you not look back though? I have heard so many times “Kat, you have been through so much” Yes. Yes I have. So have so many others. As I listened to the ladies pray this morning, many for their children, spouses, brothers, and sisters. I kept asking the Lord to give me the words to help ease their hurt and know you God can bring anyone home to You. I have been the prodigal, wayward child, too many times. The Lord has pursued me passionately and at times it has felt relentless. So, my prayer was to acknowledge being the prodigal child that you brought back again, and again, Thank you Lord!

A new journey with the Lord has started (again lol) (did it ever really end? I think not, not on God’s part, just mine) God never left me, not ever. I just got lost in my hurt, grief, and the darkness that consumed my little world. I am coming out of the darkness, in to a new light. I am seeing and feeling the Lord work in ways I never have before. I am more willing than ever to let Him use me. I don’t know what that looks like, I don’t know yet what His plan is. I do know- I am ready to start again.

To God be the Glory.

“Scars in Heaven”

Photo by Mike B on

The song “Scars in Heaven” written by Casting Crowns was released in 2022. When I heard it I cried, like it was written just for my mom. My mom had lots of scars. Visible and Invisible. Mom was hit by an ice cream truck when she was 5 years old (I believe that is the correct age) I remember seeing a black and white photo of her and all the casts and a body brace she was in. The wreck nearly took off her thumb, she had a large round scar above her ear where she was dragged and her hair was pulled from her scalp. She had many physical scares that I watched her hide my entire life.

When I was little she would let me brush her hair while we watched “Days of our Lives” It was then I saw the scar on her head and she told me what happened. She was going after an ice cream truck- crossed the road and was hit. During my mother’s life she endured many physical scars along the way….now she is in heaven and the only scars in heaven are on the hands that hold her now.

As long as we are alive on this earth we will get scars. Physical, mental, and emotional scars. This could be our own doing, the actions of someone else, or just simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time..

I have scars on my body from surgeries, injuries, etc. I also have scars on my heart and within my very soul. Some I caused myself, allowing hate in, grief, anger, resentment, jealousy, and the list goes on. I can not rightfully blame anyone for the long suffering I have endured. Though my mom was in no way a “quiet woman” she still suffered with her scars that could not be seen too. I enjoyed those talks we had after her brain surgery.. She told me so many things I never knew… and now cherish… As I listen to the recordings I made of her talking.. I missed so much, in that moment of her talking, now I hear her message so clearly… She kept saying after surgery “No one listens to me anymore” – So glad I recorded what I was missing her say at the time..

In the end she told me “I have made my peace with my Lord and I am ready when he calls me home”

After telling me this… she was gone less than a month later. Her words have stuck with me. I do not want to suffer with my scars until the very end. The Lord gave me a testimony, not to be used against me, but to share in the hope that His Love, His Mercy, His Grace, His Forgiveness be used as a witness to His children. We are called to bear each others burdens. Help the widows and children and those that have been “cast away” like I was. God will use His people. I am living proof of that.

John 10:10

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.

Job 12:10 

In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.

If I had only known the last time would be the last time
I would’ve put off all the things I had to do
I would’ve stayed a little longer, held on a little tighter
Now what I’d give for one more day with you
‘Cause there’s a wound here in my heart where something’s missing
And they tell me that it’s gonna heal with time
But I know you’re in a place where all your wounds have been erased
And knowing yours are healed is healing mine

~ Casting Crowns ~

In the blink of an eye…

Goodbye 2021. Officially the hardest year of my entire 41 years. Be Gone!!

I love how “New Year’s” always requires (most of us) to reflect on the last year or years.. I have had Facebook for 12 years and one of the first things that I do in the mornings is look at my memories. It is honestly the only reason I even still have Facebook. More so now because I look at every comment on every post and read what my mom, sister, aunt, cousins, best friend, and other friends that have passed said in response.

So many of the people I loved most in this life are gone. A very good friend got me involved with a grief group that meets weekly. I can honestly say, pretty sure this has saved my life.

So hello 2022, come on in. Sit a spell.. We gonna be alright.

I’m trying… but it’s a road we can’t go alone.

The hardest thing (for me) in life is to ask for help for anything. I would rather Google, watch a YouTube video, or I may chat with a friend or family for direction when I am at a complete loss on parenting my kiddo. Don’t get me wrong, I am super appreciative of my girls I can call on when life just hits out of nowhere, again. What about when I have shut down? It happened one Saturday.. Complete shut down. I could not even hide it. I always try to hide it from my very punctilious daughter. She’s 12 and I need to be a good example of someone overcoming “life”. She knows it is ok to get down, just don’t stay there. Oh and my favorite “We all have those days, rest and tomorrow start again!”

This is something more that I can not shake. I’ve found myself researching depression and emotional breakdowns. According to online testing I am severely depressed… ya think? Like I am truly at a point where I need to ask for help from a professional.

I have often seen this with other people and wonder.. “how’d they get there?” or “they just want attention” this is quite the opposite. I feel I must write about it to get the thoughts out of my head and so that I can go back in 10 years and read about “How far I’ve come” in the event I am even still here.

Back in early October this year my daughter expressed to me that she was having thoughts of suicide.. I did not “freak out” but I was alarmed. Called her doctors, and got her the help she needed. Since she’s been home she has not had these thoughts and she has made some great progress managing her mental health. I am so very proud of her. To know your child attempted suicide… to think you failed as a parent on THAT level… as a mother you lose some of yourself. You question your confidence as a parent. I know I did and still do..

Since writing what was just read I joined a grief group and went to my first meeting. Had it not been for reaching out to a knowing friend in my same boat, just different waters, I would still be gasping for breath. Don’t get me wrong, I know I am not ok… and that’s ok. However, listening to these women share their grief… knowing that they truly understand what I am feeling and feeling their own as well…it gives me hope.

Hope is something I haven’t felt in a very long time.