So Long Nevada!

So how about Thanksgiving 2020, eh? I mean, I feel like it was not as bad as some of my past Thanksgiving get-together’s. But, it sure didn’t feel like the “norm” either.

Thanksgiving has been a pretty dreaded holiday for me for the past five years anyway. It only happens to mark the last holiday I ever spent with my mother (If you would call it that). She made it maybe 5 minutes at the dinner table with us and had to lay down in my bedroom for the rest of the time. She passed away just four days later. Sad yes, the reason our Thanksgiving felt weird? Not really.

I have never had a Thanksgiving that did not feel rushed and “put together” like we did this year. Steaks. We had steaks. No ham, no turkey, no deviled eggs. No rushing, no cute holiday outfit to prance around the living room in. Nothing but business as usual. Not that I hated it, it just was different.

To be totally honest it was my first Thanksgiving I was really sober and in a good mental space. I was not crying over my mom at every little turn. I didn’t have any crazy expectation to meet because my mom did it. I was just enjoying my day.

Maybe I am also a little peppier these days just because we are FINALLY getting out of Nevada and this awful desert life in just sixteen short days!!!! I know, I should take in each and every beautiful destination we come across but I am pretty sure the desert has tried to kill me. Seriously, this sun is awful. No rain is awful. We happened to move here and in our unlucky Runge fashion, we experienced record breaking heat. Lets not forget the crazy high prices on every single item is just ridiculous! I am more than ready to get out of here! It has been real Nevada, but you have not been nice. Glad to mark that off the map and move on!

Anyway enough bashing I suppose. Things could be worse! We are finally heading back home to Texas waiting out the lay off and working on our tiny home. In a sense, I am in fact panicking a little, but I try to look at the bright side of everything. We finally get some down time to just be together and work on something together while the husband is not working. This should be interesting considering he gets stir crazy on his one day off a week! I’m sure I can find enough honey-do’s for him to last a week or so! Ha!

I always need a plan and if there is not a “plan” I tend to get a little obnoxious. I am literally all over the place scrambling the internet for job openings or what ever else my mind believes we will need while he is laid off. Yes, we saved for this but as I mentioned before “Runge” luck. Our truck that I used to haul our car here gave out. Total engine replacement. Did I mention it is 16 days till we LEAVE? YAY! Moving back across country with two kids two adults and a Great Dane all in a compact, tiny Ford Focus sounds like the perfect send off Nevada could give us. BOO!

All in all we made it a whole year travelling from Texas to Oklahoma, Arizona and Nevada. We have seen so many amazing sights. I have learned so many different things about myself and family along this trip. I have learned how resilient my children are being faced with the pressures of homeschooling and distant learning. I have felt the compassion of my husband while I thought I could not be a mother, teacher and wife all at once. Last but not least I have found a spark in myself that I would have never found without this journey. We have overcame so many challenges and struggles together as a family that I could not be anymore proud of us. We did this all together, and we made it…barely…but we made it.

There is no telling where we will end up on our travels or what is in store for us next, but there is no doubt that when we are together as a family we are strong, we are happy and we are home.

So long desert sun! ‘Till next time!

-Lyndsi

The Hard Days

Some days are just better than others. Today was not one of those days. I wanted to give up today. Nothing I did seemed right. Everything I have worked so hard for..I wanted to just say “screw it!”

The person I am today has spent so much time “fixing” everything past me has messed up. And today, I just lost it.

I cried. I cried hard. I’m talking the gross, snotty tears that you cry so hard it takes a minute to catch your breath kind of stuff.

Trying to repair myself and life all at once has been costly. Not only meaning money wise, but mentally, emotionally and physically. As if it wasn’t bad enough on my marriage and children…my addictions took a toll on my overall health. I am constantly in a battle of which problem to tackle next on my health. “Should I go to the dentist or doctor this month?”, “My teeth hurt, but I should check on my stomach issues.” Each month it’s like there is something new. I know I did these things to myself, but when you are an addict these problems are last on your list. You think “I’ll take care of that when it gets here.” Well Lyndsi, it’s here. I know, I swore not to dwell on my past self, but man has she consumed me today!

It wasn’t until my daughter came in to give me a LEGO heart that her and her brother made for me that I really caught my breath.

My children have literally been through it all with me. My son even more so. We have done a lot of growing up together in his short ten years. I have done a a pretty good job at keeping my emotions to myself lately…until today.

I know they don’t truly understand, but the way they only wanted to help mom smile tells me I have got to be doing something right.

I can’t just give up. I am doing this life for them.

Yes, some days are going to be better than others, but there is still one goal. To live a life I am proud of. If that means crying my eyeballs out on a Monday afternoon and then conquering my Tuesday morning, I am here for it.

Lyndsi

Let The Past Die, So YOU Can Live.

My past is just that, the past. I no longer spend so much time sitting in my bed thinking of the horrible, cringe worthy, shitty (so. very. shitty) things I did while I drowned out my demons. It wasn’t until recently and with the help of my very best friend that I actually found a tiny glimpse of peace with it. See, the things I had done I never felt any guilt for. I didn’t feel that guilt for most of the things I had done until years later while in the process of repairing myself. Yes, I am a very kind person sober. Drunk Lyndsi, oh boy, not so much. High Lyndsi? She was friendly, wayyy too “friendly.”And drunk Lyndsi, she was around more often than not.

Its kind of ironic ya know, I watched my mom be the “drunk” everywhere we went and I swore I would never be that mom. Yet, as soon as she died from cirrhosis of the liver my first thought was to wash down my pain with anything I could get my hands on. Kind of makes you wonder what kind of demons my mother was fighting on her own? Guess I’ll never truly know.

Funny how things work. When you you finally put in the work to dig yourself out of the hell you put yourself in, you see yourself as a whole different person. The things or person you were before now make your stomach sick. The very thought of being the person I am today doing these things rocked me to my core.

For months I struggled with “why” why on earth did I have to do these things to my family. The only people in the entire world who stood beside me through failed rehab attempts, stupid embarrassing drunk nights and down right unpleasant come downs from whatever I was using the night before. I dragged them through hell with me and still they loved me.

That’s unconditional love y’all, and I finally realize that. For so long I was mourning the loss of my mother’s unconditional love that I pushed away every attempt of unconditional love my little family so willingly tried to shower me in. My husband just wanted me better, he wanted his wife back. And he fought like hell to get me back while I fought like hell to stay in the comfortable numb place I had buried myself in.

It gets a little easier every day, but I always have to put in the work. I have to push myself to make better choices than the day before. Getting better doesn’t just happen over night, it comes in phases and I’m glad to say the phase of dwelling on my past has nearly ended.

Top Three Personal Growth MUSTS for Better Mental Health

See, I’ve had a very “blah” last couple of days. I get this way often. But something was so different about the last three weeks that my mind had suddenly felt a little calmer..maybe even a peaceful place to be for now.

Today though, it was not one of the “good” days. My anxiety and negative thoughts got the best of me. I didn’t want to continue this writing or trying my hand at this blog thing at all. I told myself I was a failure and I’m not good at anything.

Today I don’t have a wild RV adventure to share with you. I spent my day pulling myself out of my funk by reminding myself how far I have come and why. So I decided to share what I wrote down in my notes folder in my phone that has helped me grow as a stronger person, mother and wife. Like I said it’s been one Hell of a ride.

  • Keep your personal and relationship issues to yourself. Unless you’re having a heart to heart with your best friend..never allow someone else to gossip about your hardships. When people have nothing better to do, they tend to gossip about your screw ups and mishaps. Don’t let it happen. Even when you’re doing well..keep pushing and celebrate with those who know you best. I’m a definite over sharer and this has probably been one of the most important things I’ve had to learn!
  • Save YOURSELF. Being alone with yourself and thoughts for a long period of time..you get tired of your own damn self. There is no one else in the world that is going to make things better for you BUT YOU!!! You have to make the better choices for yourself and find out who you really are and everything that is not you..you have to let go! This has been 100% the most important for me. Over the course of this pandemic I have learned to be alone and heal MYSELF on my own. Although it’s been a tough lonely road..I can finally say I do NOT feel guilty for the choices I make for myself NOW more now than I ever have..and I haven’t felt that way in a very LONG time.
  • Love those who love you and be present. This has taken me more time than to understand..I have commitment issues and still do. Not only with relationships but with future commitments and goals as well. Somehow I always make up scenarios in my mind as to why things that are seemingly going well..will never work out. Im working on be more present and enjoying what I have in front of me. (I do this thing really well where I just self sabotage everything!😩) This life is short..we don’t get a do-over!!! Take care of yourself for fuck sakes and enjoy the little things that are happening today because tomorrow just isn’t promised.

I’m not sure how many people will actually get to see this post, but if I can dig myself out of a dark hell anyone can!

As I sat in the park today with my kiddos enjoying the Mountain View’s I had to remind myself how very lucky I am to be their mother and I HAVE to be present for them.

Reading something positive each has really helped me in my personal growth. No, I am not just saying that…it truly has helped me become better and stay on the right path. I actually came across a book on amazon for a “Year of Positive Thinking” and thought it might be perfect for anyone who might need that extra push each day!

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Who am I?

Hi all!!! Welcome to my chaotic, blissful crazy life on wheels!

I’m a 28 (forever 25!!) year old mom, wife, recovering addict and now trying my hand at this blogging life. Who knows who this will reach but my goal is to help any fellow struggling mother-camper out anyway I can. If my struggles or in depth mental health problems can help a mother in the same shoes…why the hell not?!

I started writing because my sober thoughts became much more meaningful to my life and staying positive has helped me stay sober.

I have never imagined myself writing about what the hell goes on in my day to day life, but something sparked a fire under my ass and well, here we are!

My life is full of sad stories, crazy roller coaster rides and years of addiction. But the one thing that has kept me sane is knowing I’m not alone in my battles, and sharing my story may just keep someone going.

As you can imagine I live in a camper with my two crotch goblins, sweet-bearded hunk of a husband and our senior Great Dane. (Doesn’t it sound dreamy already?!) But why write about it right?!

(My bearded man and said crotch goblins)

Because…THIS LIFE IS HARD. Plus, I know how stressful it can be during these crappy times (thanks COVID) and exactly how this type of lifestyle can drain you.

If you’re anything like me then you know there is a never ending battle with living on the road full time.

  • Schooling (to homeschool or go public)
  • New unknown places
  • Keeping up your mental health/ sobriety
  • Having enough space for everyone
  • The feeling of failing at motherhood