don’t get me wrong


I was just reading my latest posts and can’t believe how faithful God has been through all my struggles in the last year (plus a few months.)

The last time I really emptied my heart on here I told you about how my fear of meeting people overpowered me and how I still hadn’t made any friends or made it to young adults. WELL, I finally made it. and I have been 4 times. I am proud of myself for that. The last two times were in a row (not a big deal, but actually a big deal) and I met some girls who could definitely turn into friends if I listen to my therapist and keep myself from building walls.

In one of my last sessions with my therapist I had a revelation. She has taught me so much about myself in the short time I’ve been here. One of those things is how much pressure I put on myself about my depression and the second being about making friends or doing new things. Another thing she helped me realize is how incredibly important it is for me to stay connected with my sisters. side note, there really is no love like a sisters love.

I obviously have struggled lately with obeying what God has told me to do. And in this session with my therapist I was speaking about how much of a struggle it is for me to make a move towards something good. For example, when I start to feel sad, I immediately retreat (mentally and physically) and feel guilty for feeling sad. ( I was not aware until a couple weeks ago that this is, in fact, the definition of depression) I know certain things will pull me out of a funk and I think about them when Im curled up on the couch or the floor watching tv, but I have SO much trouble actually getting up to do them. The same thing happens when I think about doing something like going to young adults, I make up excuse after excuse to get out of it. It was then, when I was talking-to her about this that the Lord spoke to me so clearly I burst into tears. “Just show up..” I had cried earlier when I thought about how much I missed my sisters, but these tears were different tears. “Just show up…and I’ll do the rest.” He said. Just show up  Marisa, stop worrying about all the unknowns and what ifs. So I showed up. I started saying “Yes Lord.” more. and I pray I keep saying yes Lord, more and more. I can’t even begin to tell you how many blessing have been poured on me since then.

On Thursday December 21 I got head butted by a dog at work. It happens all the time, a small bump or bruise every once in a while. But this was different, when I got hit I immediately got dizzy, tasted blood, and had a headache. The blood was from a small cut in my bottom lip where I bit myself when the dog hit me. I was fine. Two people saw it happen and I ended up telling one of them a little later, “dude, that seriously hurt, it felt like my brain shook, and my head is still killing me.” I was almost off of work so I figured the chiropractor could help me out. I definitely felt better after an adjustment but the headache continued to get more and more intense as the day and night went on. The next day at work I hardly noticed it, went the day with out thinking about it. When I got home everything changed, it was a Friday night and I usually stay up a little later, but I was struggling to keep my eyes open at 6pm. I tried going bed and instantly as my head hit the pillow the pain went from a level 5 to a 9. I started crying and writhing in pain, it was like someone was squeezing my brain. I tried turning to the right, it got worse. Tried the left and it was bad. Back to center and I was writhing again. I made it through the night sitting on my bed, legs straight out with my head leaning as far forward as it would go, and an ice pack on my forehead and another on the back of my head. “I have a concussion, I just know it..” I told my mom Saturday morning. By this time my vision had been going in and out, super blurry. I was dizzy, and the back of my head was still hurting like nothing Ive ever felt. (quick story about  pain, Ive had meningitis, migraines my whole life, debilitating menstrual cramps, a dead gall bladder, abdominal surgery because of it, and a few stress fractures. I have had my fair share of pain and its incredible how many different types of pain I can explain at 24 years old) I took tylenol, I was terrified it would do something to my stomach since pretty much everything does. Lucky for me it had no effect, at all. I was walking around the Spokane mall feeling like a zombie that was about to pass out or go blind at any second. I made it home and honestly have no idea how the day ended. I remember feeling better Sunday morning and made it to church. (condors just won!! whoop! whoop! I miss those guys) I worked on Christmas morning for a few hours and was feeling it a little, the dizziness, the pain, the new symptom of pain in my right ear with loud noises. Kinda worried me. but I kept my mouth shut. I ended up calling my primary doctor on Tuesday to make an appointment but she wasn’t available until the 3rd. I thought oh crap I’ve already waited too long to be seen I’ll be fine, but the lady on the phone insisted that I talk to a nurse and the nurse ended up sending me to the ER. I finished my shift and drove myself there with my mom by my side. I knew I was fine. I have a concussion (my second dog related concussion), and my brain is not bleeding. cool. I left work early two days in a row because I was too dizzy to stand and my job requires a lot of walking, running , standing. Ive been managing ok, but it is incredibly frustrating. I have an appointment with a concussion specialist in a few weeks, but I’m hoping I’ll be better and won’t have to go. Lord knows I don’t need another medical bill.


Last year on new years eve I was covered in hives and puking uncontrollably, I went to the ER and cussed out the doctor when he told me there was nothing he could do.

this year, Im having a gluten free beer and listening to Justin Bieber, praying an affordable apartment comes up in the next 30 days. Cheers to a new beginning and turning dreams into a reality.


Sorry this is such a long read, but if you’re still with me, thank you. I owe you. I love you.

On Christmas eve someone contacted me that I never in a million years thought would ever talk to me. I’m not gonna lie, it brought back a ton of memories and feelings even though I only met this person once, for less than 30 minutes probably. I don’t remember anything we talked about. BUT, I must have made a good impression. And, If you’re reading this, yes, you should have made some sort of effort back then to get to know me better. And no, I don’t actually have a terrible personality, but I am weird and hilarious, and yes, I’m cute.

If you’re struggling today, or any day, please please please talk to me. or talk to someone. there is no sense in hurting in silence.

I hope this year I can be nicer to myself, take better care of myself, make new friends, do things that scare me, and start up the comfort cafe!!!!!!!!, and maybe take a dance class, or play hockey again.


ya gurl, maris





Im still alive

Hello family, friends and strangers,

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here so let me update you quickly.

  • I wore an emergency heart monitor for 14 days here’s what happened: it gave me a rash, made me realize my chest pain was related to eating, and it irritated me.
  • The results from that were normal. But I also had an ultrasound done on my heart and they found a “possible lesion” on my liver. So I had an ultrasound on my abdomen and they found nothing.
  • I had a treadmill stress test to see why I was almost blacking out when exercising and the only thing I got from that test is that I have an “incomplete right bundle” basically an electrical shortage in the right side of my heart. Not totally normal but also not the cause of my chest pain or anything else.
  • I haven’t written because I’ve been depressed.
  • I miss my friends
  • I got myself a therapist and am currently going through CBT and DBT
  • One year ago today (dec. 13) I had surgery to remove my dead gallbladder.

That’s all I have time for right now because I am sitting in the parking lot in my car at work and I have two minutes before I have to start.

I’ll be back soon.

I promise.

Love you all.

I will get there….eventually.

It doesn’t surprise me that its come to this for me to be writing again. I am missing my friends. crying.

Why is it so hard for us to do what God has called us to do? For me, its the unknowing. I have terrible social anxiety and have really tried overcoming it with this move to a new state. Yet here I am, sitting in my room on another Thursday night, while my church young adult group starts in less than an hour. Do I have time to get dressed and go? probably. Am I going to do that? probably not.

I dont liked being touched unless I ask for it, so thirty minutes ago when I said to myself,  “I need a hug.” and let my mom walk by without actually asking for one, God must have told her I needed one because she walked right back to me, hugged me, and said “I love you, you know?” I choked back tears and said, “yeah, I love you too.” We had a brief conversation before I started tearing up. She said, ” Why does that make you cry?” She was referring to my comment of having no desire to make friends. I know thats something I need to do. I prayed and prayed and prayed, everyday before we moved for God to have a group of people ready for me. But Im to scared. to even try. and that makes me so sad.

I hate being singled out as that new person, that one girl standing there by herself. Looking lost and confused. Inside, totally falling apart and having an overwhelming feeling of “flight” but not really having a way out. So it turns in to a feeling of  “fight.” But thats not the right thing either. So I end up shutting down. Answering small talk questions with one word, or a nod. And then I become “that rude girl from California who thinks she’s too cool for us.” And then becoming, “that girl who can’t keep it together, crying her face off during worship.” I don’t like drawing any type of attention to myself. I’d rather sneak by, behind the other new person, walk in late so I can sit in the back row, just incase I decide to leave early, then no one will notice.

those are my fears.

Praying for an open heart and an open mind just doesn’t cut it sometimes. I have a part, God has a part and the people I talk to have a part.

I visited California for the first time since moving a couple weeks ago. Mostly for my cousins wedding, but I also helped move my Grandma out of her apartment, got my hair done by a good friend, got to visit my best friends, and see a few faces I missed dearly at church on Sunday.  (If you’re reading this and I did not see you, I am SO sorry)

I didn’t realized when I left, how good my friends are. I sobbed when I saw my friends Margaret and Tony. And I sobbed again when I saw Morgan. And again when I saw Savannah. I said to her, “I didn’t realize how much I missed you.” and Im sobbing now remembering how I felt in those moments. Will you guy please come visit me already?

ride or die 2

It is incredibly dumb how I choose to say no to God every week, making up excuse after excuse about not going to church on a Thursday night at 7. But what is absolutely amazing, is how relentless He is. Every week He softly asks, “are you ready?” “no Lord, not this week, I have a cold” “no Lord, not this week, Im too tired.” no Lord, not this week..” I have run out of excuses. and I need to start saying “yes Lord.” to everything he asks me to to. He’s reminding me that I moved to a whole new world and what could be scarier than that? Whats meeting with people your own age who love Jesus just as much as you? BUT LORD. IM SCARED. “girl quit your crying, wipe your tears, put on your big girl pants, kill that spider and lets go” BUT LORD. “no more buts, lets go” BUT…. did you say lets?

He’s always with me and will go where I go. “Where you go, I’ll go. Where you stay I’ll stay. When you move, I’ll move, I will follow you.” truer words could not be said right now and I am starting to remember that He will be with me even in the scary stuff.

Whatever your fears are, don’t let your them overpower you, or dictate what you do or don’t do. Tell God your fears and pray about giving them to Him completely. Im still working on that too, so if you need prayer or just someone to talk to or at, please know, I am always here. If I can’t answer your questions I know someone who can, and hopefully I can be someone to always point you towards The One who always has the answers.

have some more photos from my trip

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Not now, Not ever again.

Ephesians 4:26-27 (NIV) ” ‘In your anger do not sin’ : Do not let the sun go gown while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.”

Where to start…


  • I had my 24th birthday, God reminded me, “It’s not about you. No, not even on your birthday.” It started out terrible, I let one small thing get to me and ruin my day, then I had dinner with some family and friends, it was ok, it could have been better. In my opinion, I’m a terrible host.
  • I watched movers move 19,000 pounds of stuff into the back of a truck.
  • I was late to my own going away dinner. But it was something I’ll never forget.
  • I sat in the passenger seat of my moms royal blue Prius for 20 hours while we drove across California, Nevada, the tip of Arizona, Utah, the southern tip of Idaho, Montana and again, Idaho.
  • I moved to a place I had never been before, where I knew no one.
  • I cried. and cried. and cried.
  • I felt like Pocahontas when I saw all the wild animals in my front and backyard over a few days. (deer, turkey, moose, porcupine, snakes, brown recluse spiders, hornets, wasps, yellow-jackets, bees)
  • I unpacked, and repacked. (most of you know that living with my mom is not permanent and I’ll be moving out in January)
  • I cried again.
  • I applied for a job and within a few hours of my interview, I got the job. (its another doggy daycare, they have cats too)
  • I watched the solar eclipse at this lady’s house down the street, with a few neighbors. (they’re all old, which I am fine with.)
  • I had my first day at work.
  • have some photos of me and my ladies road trippin’

Today, I woke up feeling defeated, I didn’t want to go to church, mostly because I feel like I don’t belong. I had a rotten attitude but hid it pretty well and pretended to be ok. I was trying to figure out how to shake this feeling of being sad and unloved and alone. I ( and mom and matt) went down to the Ironman triathlon at the local resort. It was exciting while we were there but when we got in the car to go home I really couldn’t shake the feeling.

I had a scare two weeks ago where my body starting shutting down in the middle of the day, I almost puked in a vintage store, my vision went blurry, my head was throbbing. I went home and slept for a few hours. Woke up feeling ok, until I stood up. I went upstairs and slept on the couch in front of the tv for another couple hours while my mom and matt went to dinner at the neighbors house. I ended up eating a bowl of cereal and going to bed. I slept another 12 hours that night and woke up the next day feeling generally ok, but a little groggy. I just thought, “what the hell happened yesterday?”

And a few days ago, I was taking the dogs outside for their final potty before bed, (I learned quickly to take a flashlight with me because it gets darker than my depression in 2011 after about 8pm) I scanned the front yard from the porch, starting from left to right, didn’t see anything so the three of us walked out into the grass, the girls went pee and then Grace’s head turned to the right and she went into stalking posture, Mercy followed suit. Sure enough there were a couple of deer walking down the driveway like they owned the place (but really, they do). The dogs tried to run for them, I locked the leash, ran for my life and drug them inside. I was more startled than anything, just because they quite literally came out of nowhere.

If you remember from my past blabbing, I have had a few worries about my heart and blood pressure. I was advised by two doctors to not exercise in any way shape or form. So, did that mean running for my life away from deer too? Probably. I ended up collapsed on the kitchen floor trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating as if I had just sprinted 6 miles and my lungs were having trouble keeping up. It was a little worrisome, but I eventually caught my breath and my heart stopped racing. I felt out of breath the rest of the night, and even more so when I tried to put my bed back together. I felt completely exhausted, almost fell over a few times trying to straighten out my blankets.


When I was feeling sad today, I didn’t make a solid attempt at figuring it out. I kinda just let it be. and it grew. until I tried to make dinner and it was a disaster. So I scooped myself the last of the ice cream and in my attempt to throw away the container, my bowl tipped off the edge of the counter and there went my feelings with it.

At that point I said quietly to myself, “Not today. You can’t have me.”

I scooped up my ice cream and ate it, dog hair and all. I was not about to let the enemy steal the only joy I had left. even if that meant eating dirty ice cream.  Unfortunately the enemy is as relentless as the Lord, and because I had not totally surrendered my frustration, the enemy said, “go to your room, they don’t wanna hear it.” So thats what I did. I walked down the stairs and into the darkness that is the basement, and down the hall to my black room. yes, I turned on the tv (to the hillsong channel, God trying to make a comeback), and the lights. I plopped on my bed and sulked. An hour later my mom came around the corner, “hey what’re you doing?” “nothing, why?” “just wanted to see what you were up to.” After deciding not to bleach my hair, (you’re welcome Yesse) I walked into my moms sewing room and sat on what I like to call “my chair” and started crying softly. I had a short talk with my mom trying to really surrender it this time. “I’m going to take a shower” I told her. Hoping that would make me feel refreshed. As I was rinsing my hair I found myself in a posture of surrender, with my hands at either side of my head and my head tilted to the sky and just like that I starting praying, “Lord I declare victory over this. Take this from me, help me to truly give it to you. I won’t go to bed with anger in my heart, I WILL NOT give the devil a foothold. Lord, I just pray peace over myself, help me feel your love and forgive me for my attitude today. Jesus, Im begging you to show me what I’m here for. Help me be in tune to hear your voice, don’t let me slip away. Jesus, tether my heart to yours. Let me walk in your shadow.”

I walked out of that prayer feeling confident that I had power to overcome this.

So, thats it for this one.

I have to give credit to Hillsong United for my last post tittle and this one as well, Lord knows they write songs that speak volumes. and they have been speaking to me with every verse lately.

23 and 364 days

My birthday is tomorrow and I currently feel like crying. 

All I want right now is for my moms husband to have a heart towards “family” and yes that includes the dogs. AND himself. 

It wrecks my soul and breaks my heart that he can’t see all the suffering the dogs have been enduring with the crap food they get and the hardly existant walks and exercise. These poor dogs could live such a better life if he just understood what he was doing to them. And maybe he does know and he just doesn’t care. I really have no idea because he doesn’t communicate well. 

I mentioned that he doesn’t have a heart towards himself, I could be very wrong but from my perspective he doesn’t care what he’s doing to himself. He eats constantly. All day long. And over eats. His portions are way out of control and his view of healthy food is skewed beyond belief. He won’t exercise because he says he doesn’t need it, he says he’s strong enough. But that’s not what it’s about! It’s about making sure your body is all working together properly to be the best you can be. I just don’t know how to explain what I see everyday. 

My heart breaks for my mom because she sees it happening and unfortunately it’s like she’s being brainwashed into not caring either. She knows what’s right but she won’t fight for it. 

I wasn’t taught to stand back and watch things fall apart. I was taught by my mother to fight for what you’re passionate about. I’m trying but Lord knows I have no idea how to tackle this one. Someone who thinks they know it all. It’s impossible to even begin to try to teach someone who thinks they know it all. The person has to admit they don’t and be willing to learn. 

In my opinion, He just thinks there’s nothing to learn from a child, (yes, in his eyes Im still a child, in some ways yes I have a lot to learn but by no means am I a child.) It is beyond difficult to get things through to him. 

They keep asking me what I want for my birthday, I just want my hospital bills paid off so I don’t have to worry about that when we move to a new state (literally and figuratively) in 6 days. 

Im passionate about dogs, and health, and dogs health, and mental stability AND LORD WHAT ARE YOU CALLING ME TO DO HERE? WHAT IS YOUR PLAN FOR ME? I feel so lost this moment. Lord help me hear you, I need you desperately. 

and i won’t be afraid


its time to write again.

Im sitting here in my mostly empty bedroom. trying to figure out how to put into words whats been going on. I can’t figure it out. I read one of my previous posts and started crying, I can’t believe how much I’ve been through. I can’t believe after all of that, I don’t breakdown crying every day. But at the same time it makes me realize how good God is. That He won’t let me fall. And even if I do, He’s still holding me.

I don’t really remember everything that has happened in the last month but ill try my best:

  • I went to a friends birthday dinner and had the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
  • I cried the next day for the first time thinking about missing the friends I’ve made here.
  • I baked a ton of gluten free lemon cupcakes
  • I had friends over for a small backyard fourth of july barbecue.
  • I started to get sick again.
  • I went out to dinner after young adults for the first time since late december. that was a mistake.  I learned who my real friends are.
  • my last day of work was July 11th, that was rough. I’ve never had such a great support system at any place of work, except maybe when my sister was my manager. regardless, working at Dioji taught me so many things about myself that I never knew. So, thank you to the ones who helped me realize my potential. Love you guys.
  • July 13th came and I had my first appointment with Dr. Lo, he is the number one specialist in the country for Sphincter Of Oddi Dysfunction, He didn’t say I don’t have it but he did put me in the the category of Type 3. he put me on an anti-depressant because of the connection between the brain and the gastrointestinal system, mostly for pain control.
  • my capsule endoscopy was july 19th. that was one roller coaster of an experience.
  • I have been listening to he new Hillsong United album non stop. current favorite songs are: Not Today, and Glimmer in the Dust
  • I climbed inside a tangerine tree.
  • i held a newborn goat
  • I saw Whiskeys boyfriend Boss Kitty in our front yard
  • my moms great aunt passed away almost two weeks ago so her services were last Tuesday, My aunt Patty came down to stay with us the monday night before and the following night. It couldn’t have been better timing. I had to prep for my EGD/Capsule Endoscopy tuesday night and if there is anyone that knows that struggle, its her.
  • my mother and I baked gluten free zucchini bread.
  • i sold my car

I had some time last Monday to sit and talk to my aunt and it was really something I’ll never forget. She has been through even more than I have regarding GI stuff, having had parts of her colon removed and surgery after surgery to repair what is left. God certainly used her testimony to remind me He’s still with me. I was on the edge of a mental breakdown and He used her to pull me back into His love.  and at the end of it all, when she was already tucked in to her blankets on the couch she said to me as I walked upstairs, “hey Maris, Im proud of you.” I almost cried but instead I just smiled and said thank you.

My EGD prep was the worst. I don’t understand why the stuff has to taste so bad, like pure celery extract. It didn’t go down easy. I threw up a tiny bit of it. But I drank almost all 4 liters of it by the time I had to get up to head down to UCLA for the appointment. When we got there I had to run to the bathroom a couple times just on the way up to the medical procedures unit. When we got there we checked in and waited a few minutes before I was called back, Thank God my mother was with me. I was getting a little anxious. The nurse introduced himself as Chris, and walked us back to a large exam room. I saw the bed, the bp cuff, the bp monitor, the IV, and everything else. But then he started talking and it sounded like I was just supposed to swallow the pill and wear the monitor all day. My mother put the breaks on and started scolding him that I was not about to have this procedure done without the EGD/anesthesia part of it, she explained why (the first time it was done the camera stayed in my stomach 48 minutes and died before it got to the end of my small intestine) This time they were supposed to deploy it past my stomach during the EGD so it would get everything. We ended up waiting in the room while the doctors and nurses tried to figure out what happened with the scheduling and called my doctor to see what they should do.  After a while Chris came back in and said they were just waiting for my doctor to talk to the charge nurse. We talked to Chris about my symptoms and of course my chronically low blood pressure came up. He didn’t believe us so he opted to check it right then. He did, and when it read, of course the alarm went off because it was 100/46. His jaw fell open and she shook me “are you alive?!” he screamed. “Yeah I feel fine, a little dizzy but I always am.” he took it again, It was 96/56. He warned us that, that could point to a cardiovascular disease, then he shook his head and said no, you would be tired all the time too, it would manifest like a cold. My mom told him about my daily 6 hour naps, and sleeping 9-10 hours a night and my randomly sore throat. His jaw fell open again. He said, “If this test doesn’t show anything, you need to see a cardiovascular disease specialist, even if it does show something you still need to get that checked out.”  He walked us back to the waiting room so he could start on the next patient who actually had a scheduled appointment. We waited a few minutes before being called back again by a different nurse, this time we went straight to the pre op bed, and all of a sudden everyone was introducing themselves, Rob the anesthesiologist, joy the nurse, and i don’t remember the others,  They were asking my name and date of birth and telling me what they would be doing along with putting leads on chest to monitor my heart, and sticking me with a needle to start the iv, fast is an understatement. they were moving like lightning. as soon as one nurse would leave another would show up. I had the procedure done and was on my way after a while.

I have been told there was something wrong with my heart before, that it wasn’t getting enough oxygen. but the test was done a second time and came back normal, so no one has been concerned.

Now I am. more than ever. When I saw Dr. Lo he told me i can’t exercise anymore. Because whatever is going on in my intestines and abdominal cavity is causing the muscles of my abdomen to spasm causing  more unnecessary pain. I feel like that may have been a blessing in disguise.

Any time my heart rate goes up I get very lightheaded, even losing my vision at times. I wonder if thats because of my blood pressure. I guess its good that Im not allowed to exercise.

I still have a few medical bills to pay off, a little less than $1,000. Its not as bad as I originally thought.

My 24th birthday is this Thursday. I wish I was more excited. All this packing and moving boxes down stairs is really getting to me now. its all getting so real. the moving truck comes on the 31st and we leave on the 1st.



Hello all,

I realize it has been awhile since I have updated you all on the happenings of my life (as if you really care.) But I have big news that will hopefully explain why I haven’t had the chance to write. I will try my best to make it short and sweet.

since may 23rd here is what has happened:

  • my mom turned 60
  • my dad turned 62 (we celebrated at The Huntington Library, it was incredible and I can’t wait to go back)
  • I started drinking coffee
  • I got my blood test results back from UCLA, everything was normal
  • I graduated the Training For Life level 3 class at my church (I am very proud of myself for that,please read the rest of this post before clicking here, this is a link to a paper I wrote for that class, It is something that was very profound and totally wrecked me into truly trusting God in EVERYTHING)
  • I have been getting stronger mentally, spiritually, and physically
  • I am supposed to have the capsule endoscopy re-done to see if the abnormalities that were present before are still there, and if they are I will have biopsies taken.
  • depending on the results of that test, I may or may not have the abdominal angiogram done.
  • I may have to have a manometry test done (two weeks ago my throat swelled up and basically shut, it felt like a ridiculously sore throat and I couldn’t swallow water without severe pain, I did not go tot the ER because it had happened before and I knew it would go away eventually so I just slept it off)
  • I started baking gluten free desserts
  • I started eating normal food and just dealing with the pain (which hasn’t been so bad lately)
  • I started cooking whole healthy meals that are easily digestible
  • I have been working a lot
  • I have been incredibly blessed

So, with that being said, here is the big news



I realize this looks like a photo you might find on google, but it is in fact the house I am moving to. Here are the answers to the questions you probably have

  1. where? Coeur D Alene Idaho
  2. why? that is where my mom and matt have chosen to retire and I have nothing keeping me in California so when they asked what I wanted to do, I said why not go
  3. when? July 28th ish
  4. what about your current health situation? We are praying that we get it figured out before then, and if not Im not worried because I might not know what my future holds, but I know who holds my future and I would seriously be wasting time if I worried.
  5. what are you going to do there? Work? School? I have some ideas but nothing is set yet. Again, Im not worried.

If you have other questions feel free to ask. preferably not in person unless you are ok with short answers and no explanation. Im not really in to talking to just anyone about it.

well, I am off to bake and eat and stuff so Ill see y’all soon. or not.

One Hour of Silence

For my Training For Life Level 3 class I was required to spend one hour in Gods presence and just listen to what he had to say, and let me tell you, He spoke to me in a way I have never felt before.

This is the result of that:

I found the one hour of silence very difficult to do because of my current schedule, I am getting ready to move out of state and have little to no down time between work, church, and packing. I decided to to it while at work bathing dogs where I am generally alone and doing something I love for eight hours. God really showed me how to be present when I would find myself getting frustrated over small things, I would get the feeling of Him saying, “why are you getting angry so fast at little things?” And I would have to step back to see that the small thing that made me lose my mind for was something I have felt with before. So being fully present to me, is not forgetting to be in the moment, and be fully aware of what you are feeling, and taking a step back to see the bigger picture. While I was bathing a dog, rather getting ready to do a dogs nail trim, God was speaking me to me through this current situation. (It was as if He shouted “ITS TIME TO LISTEN TO ME!”) This dog was a playful loving creature, going about her usual business of play bowing at other dogs and running away barking, in the yard around the other dogs. But everything changed when I called her name to come to me in the run, she got a little anxious but still came, I got her into the groom room, a quiet room, She was petrified. She wouldn’t listen to any command I told her, she just cried out in fear and anxiety. And just like that , the Lord told me, “thats you.” I have been through a lot of health issues lately and I cry out to god about how scared I am and ignore all that He has to say. In the exact same way this poor pup was crying and not listening to me. I have cried out so loud  that I am not able to focus on hearing Gods voice, or anything He is saying. When I realized this, I simply sat with the dog and talked to her, petting her gently to calm her. her cried got quieter and she started to respond to me. “come here” I said to her, motioning to my right, she followed my hand and sat down. If I have learned anything from this, it is that I need to stop shouting and crying for fear of the unknown and to sit down and hear Gods voice, to be still, and to feel His touch, and to simply trust that this will eventually end. Nothing is going to be as bad as I think. I think the busyness of this culture is negatively affecting our relationships with God because we make time for what we deem important. Forgetting that God is of utmost importance. We don’t prioritize the right things and we unfortunately make time for the wrong, or unnecessary things. We have to start focusing on the most important  relationship, that is of course our relationship with God. When the nail trim was over I walked her back out to the run and into the yard and she became the lively pup she was before. I have faith that God will bring me out of my current mess and I will return to being the lively person I used to be.


Friends I felt to led to share this with you as a reminder that God will meet us where we are, we don’t have to change or do anything different for God to love us, He already does no matter what you think. You don’t have to get your life together before coming to Jesus, in fact you can’t get your life together without Him. Just fully surrender to Him where you are and what your life start to change.


sometimes I just need a hug.

Today was exciting and scary.

a few days ago i got my new glasses and was super excited about it. i had some frustration with the first pair i picked out so i exchanged them and got these super sweet green frames. normally i have a few days of weirdness with my eyes as they adjust to a new prescription but i have now had a weird pressure behind my eyes for the last 4 days along with a terrible headache. i have an appointment with my chiropractor tomorrow morning and hopefully that will relieve some of this pain.

I woke up today feeling kinda sick, but mostly just with a throbbing headache that made me go back to sleep for three more hours. when i finally got out of bed at 9 i thought maybe i could crack my own neck by stretching and breathing but after twenty minutes of it, i gave up. i showered and got dressed for my very first appointment at UCLA. I ate some gluten free pancakes with blueberries, strawberries, maple syrup, and whipped cream. It didn’t sit well. In fact, shortly after eating I found myself running to the bathroom to poop. I was having some serious abdominal pain but I refused to acknowledge it. It finally got bad enough that I said something out loud to my mom and she said “thats probably a good thing” meaning that the doctor would be able to see how much pain I was in and figure out something to do to help me. I was not feeling up to driving there so she drove my car. We got there and checked in, I filled out my new patient paperwork (the shortest stack of papers I’ve ever had to fill out as a new patient) and waited for the nurse to call me in.

I was weighed, asked  a few questions about why I was there, had my blood pressure taken, and temperature taken. I still weigh 127, which is 13 pounds lighter than I did when I was in the hospital the first time. Its a good weight for me, as long as I’m healthy. My blood pressure was on the low side again at, 98/64. Not the lowest its been but still concerning. I waited for the doctor. and his assistant came in to ask about my medical history and all the good stuff. she talked with me for a good while and did a short physical exam, I cringed when she got to my right upper abdomen and waited for the hurt. It came and went. She pushed again, and it came and went. I did a half sit up, she pushed and it didn’t hurt. Thats what should happen if you didn’t know. She left, and we waited for the doctor to come in with her. They eventually came, and talked to me a little bit more about what I can and can’t eat, what makes the pain worse and what makes it better. Jello. I said Jello. thats the only thing that doesn’t make it hurt, and is also the only thing that satisfies my hunger when it comes. He asked  me a few questions some of which I had been asked many times before and a few that I had never been asked. Then he dropped a bomb. Angioedema. Its basically random swelling in the face or limbs. which I have had a few times since this all started. Sometimes comes without reason. There were a few other things he mentioned; redoing the capsule study, and doing a deep enteroscopy. But he would only consider doing the latter if the blood tests he ordered come back with any sign of abnormalities. He said with what I have and haven’t been able to eat, I would be malnourished but I didn’t look like it to him. He wasnt convinced so that is one of the tests he ordered. He also asked about a stool test and didn’t seem as surprised as I thought he would be when I said I hadn’t had one. So he ordered that too. My mom had to leave just before the appointment was over so she could catch her flight with matt. (thats a whole different story, a much more exciting story which I will tell at a later date) So I was left to be a big girl and figure out the rest on my own. I waited in the room after they left, and was getting anxious that I heard them wrong so I got up and went to the front desk to ask for a bathroom, the woman directed me back down the hallway I had just come from. When I was coming from the bathroom, back down the hallway, I was a little surprised to see that there was another patient in the room I had been in. So I played it cool and walked back to the front desk and asked “Do I need to check out or am I good to go..?” The same lady that told me where the bathroom was informed me that I needed to wait another 15 minutes in the lobby so the doctors assistant could enter all the tests to be done. I waited about 20 and was told to go up one floor to the lab in suite 307 to have my blood drawn and then down to the first floor and out to the next building to suite 145 to get my poop test kit. I made it up to the third floor to get my blood drawn and was kindly told by the technician that there were no labs in the system for me and maybe the doctor forgot submit it. So back upstairs I went, and talked to the bathroom direction lady, to which she said all the tests were in there and she didn’t understand why the nurse couldn’t see them on her end. She called that lab lady and tried to get her to open the right tab and I swear this was taking forever and I was ready to give up and go home. But I kept calm and had a conversation with the guy at the front desk about how this had happened before when I was scheduled for a colonoscopy and showed up for it and no one could find me in the system, and I said. “y’all better figure out what went wrong here because I didn’t do all that prep for nothing” They eventually found it and I had it done. Same goes for the blood work today, the lab lady explained to me when I went back upstairs that there was another patient with the same name and birthdate as myself but with a different account number. whatever lady just take my blood. I eventually made my way to the second building to get my poop kit and was on my way home (after some serious confusion on how to pay for parking). I made it to class a little late, but it was worth it. I was prayed over and went to my car to drive home. I was trying my hardest to not cry. I started to feel overwhelmed with fear of a new diagnosis and what that might mean for my future. I got home and texted my mom that my pain hadn’t gotten any better, and was actually felling worse. She was still on airplane mode. I broke down crying. I composed myself and went upstairs to get some pain meds. I just want to sleep this away. I took the meds and threw up a few minutes later. the pill. the carrots. the peppers. the crackers. the hummus. ugh. I broke down crying again, Lord I know everything will be ok but I’m so scared at this moment and I just need a hug. I fell to my knees and wept. I had worship music on which didn’t seem to help. my sister texted me asking how the appointment went and I asked if I could call. She was at dinner and would call when she was done. I told her I didn’t know how long I would be awake, but that I was falling apart at that moment. She called me and calmed me dow, we cried a little together and just talked like sisters do.

Sometimes I get so frustrated and overwhelmed I just want to pound my head against a wall. or the toilet seat, if I’m throwing up. that has happened before. I have done both.

I still need a hug.


how bad do you want it?

‘I haven’t written in a few months because i haven’t really had anything on my mind to share. But recently I have been going through some stuff. It’s not easy for me to write when things are good because I’m not spiraling out of control. But when things get kinda bad and then really bad my mind starts drifting away from hearing God’s voice and I start hearing the enemies’ voice become louder and louder. Im no stranger to depression or anxiety but after battling it for years and knowing the victory I can have over it, it’s hard to ignore it when it comes. And what’s stupid is that I know how to keep it away, for the most part, and I actively choose to do the opposite. I know that being in God’s word and being in tune to hearing His voice will keep the voices in my head quiet, yet I choose to watch chopped for three hours, and then wonder why the next day I wake up frustrated. Duh marisa. If I could just be so desperate to want it more.

I have still been struggling with my physical health. the church I go to has been going through a lot of changes, ehh, I won’t talk about that, never mind. But they did host a generations conference where the community’s kids, teens, and young adults got together for a a couple sessions of hearing God’s word and no doubt it was powerful.

I interrupt this blog post to tell you the oilers just lost to to the ducks in game 7, I’m not actually crying but my heart is.

Last week was my first full week back at work, lets just say it didn’t go as well as we all hoped. I made it through Monday and Tuesday and half of Wednesday, keep in mind that I have only been working 6 hour days. I came down with a cold Tuesday and it was ten times worse by Wednesday morning so I left work early to rest, I tried sleeping it off but the pain from the pressure in my head was so bad I broke down and took some Sudafed PE, my mother warned me that maybe it would make my stomach pain worse so thats why I didn’t take it while at work. Thank you Jesus. After about an hour of taking it I noticed my headache was gone but I was feeling more and more stomach sick and the pain was getting worse. I drank some vegetable broth and it came right back up. I thought oh no here we go again. I had been doing great on a liquid diet so I knew throwing up this time was a red flag, I just didn’t want to believe it. I started slowly writhing on the floor of my bedroom before my mom came to ask me something when she realized I was crying. I cried out to her between my sobs “mom I feel like I did when I was sick the first time..” she said “before you had your gallbladder removed?” I nodded yes. It was seriously happening all over again. I called my primary doctor when I got home from work so I could be seen for the pressure in my head, my mom drove me to that appointment at 6pm and eventually drove me to the ER. My doctor knew there was nothing he could do for me and the only thing that would stop me from screaming my lungs out and wanting to crawl out of my skin was some kind of relief only the ER doctors could give me. I was (and still am) so frustrated and sick of being sick and stabbed with needles and being asked if I’m pregnant and everything regarding my health. so incredibly sick of it all. I was only in the ER for a few hours so they could let the morphine do its thing and monitor that it wouldn’t get worse like before. and when the CT scan came back clear they said what every other doctor has told before “I’m sorry everything looks clear, there’s nothing there, I can’t do anything else for you.”

Im doing better today. the days following i knew everyone at work had counted me out, probably placed bets that I would call out sick. But I proved them all wrong and pushed through it. I continued to throw up everything I ate for the next 6 days and each time was brought to tears because just once I would like to enjoy a meal and not  have to taste it a second time. Monday night at my bible study class I had someone pray over me, and I became aware of my faith and trust in the Lord. She said something me that I had to correct her right away, “when you eat something, thank the Lord that you will keep it down, have faith that it won’t come back up” and I was like woah slow down, Im the complete opposite, when I eat anything Im thinking and praying “Lord I’m trusting you and I have faith that this time I will keep it down.” And twenty minutes later I’m puking it back up and screaming WHY?  and then she said “but have faith that He’s doing something even through the vomiting.” and my eyes were opened. THAT is true faith, trusting God in the bad, and yes, even the puking. God, I have no idea why this is happening but I’m choosing to have faith and trust that you’re doing something good.

Today, I said screw it with the healthy food and went for the vegan deep fried fish tacos with salsa. and guess what. I DIDNT THROW IT UP.  can I get and AMEN. praise God. seriously. how in the world did that stay down. I’ll tell you how, it was NOT OF THIS WOLRD. thats how. sure I may have had some abdominal pain with it, but I did not get one bit of “sick.”

I’d just like to take a moment now to apologize to some people,

to my friends, for being so distant, please understand that this is the longest and most difficult trial Ive been through and Its taken a lot out of me. mentally and physically. Im trying to adjust to what I can and can’t do.

and, to a few people I know but don’t know if you would call me your friend or just someone you know, Im sorry for being distant and closed off and not really willing to let you in. Im afraid of making new friends because, frankly Im a terrible friend. I’m trying to get better but I guess not trying hard enough.

And to this one person who I see very rarely but when I do I feel like praising God even more just for the simple fact that our paths crossed one more time. You have the best hugs, and a passion for jesus that is so beautiful. I pray that one day I am bold enough to ask you out for lunch, but I guess I don’t want it that bad because I haven’t done it yet.

I am currently sobbing of this song right now,

Its time for bed, my dogs are growling at me because they want to sleep.

thanks for reading, bonne nuit