I’ve had the privilege to work on a project at my job that allows me to connect with nearly every leader in my division. Many would see this as a golden opportunity to build a standout resume—and it truly is—but here’s the thing: I’m not in the market for building resumes anymore. My focus has shifted.
Because of this, I bring a very different perspective to the project and what motivates me. This work isn’t just about pushing myself out of my comfort zone—it’s about growing through discomfort and helping others do the same. At times, I’ve found myself teetering on the edge of negativity, tempted to sit alongside those who struggle to adapt to change. But every time I feel that pull, something reminds me of the bigger picture. That reminder sparks a light in me, and I’ve seen it shine onto others, lifting them when they need it most.
Through this experience, I’ve learned something profound: every single person I interact with is carrying something heavy. Life doesn’t pause for work or projects. Knowing this gives me an incredible opportunity—to turn what might be a terrible day for someone into a halfway decent one, simply by being a positive force.
I won’t pretend it’s always easy. Like everyone else in this project, I’ve received feedback—sometimes colorful feedback. One person even told me my conversations can come off as “motivational vomit.” I couldn’t help but laugh, because I get it. But here’s the thing: I haven’t stopped. Why? Because over time, those same people begin to realize that my words, my energy, come from a genuine place. Consistency builds trust, and trust creates change.
Now, let me share why this matters so much to me.
Just over a year ago, I hit one of the darkest points in my life. I felt like I didn’t care if I walked this planet or not. I was drowning in depression and didn’t even realize it. My husband bore the brunt of my pain, becoming my emotional punching bag as I spiraled. We were on the brink of separation. I felt like a complete failure, even though I painted a perfect picture for the outside world. My husband was the only one who knew I was waging an invisible war inside.
But he didn’t give up on me. He pulled me out of that darkness. It took months—months of hard, uncomfortable self-reflection, therapy, and finding ways to heal. I had to rebuild myself with intent. I started reading, seeking professional help, and digging deep into my past. Along the way, I began this blog—a space to confront wounds I had ignored for far too long.
That’s why I pour every ounce of positivity into others. I know what it’s like to feel invisible, to fight a silent battle. But I also know how much of a difference a kind word, a moment of understanding, or even just a spark of hope can make. Some days, this work leaves me completely drained. It’s a constant fight to keep my own negative thoughts at bay. But I’ve found peace in learning new skills, diving into creative outlets, and focusing on personal growth. To others, it might look like I’m scattered, but these things ground me and keep the darkness in check.
Moral of the story: You never know what someone else is battling beneath the surface. Unless they tell you, you may never see the signs. And you might not recognize those signs unless you’ve walked a similar path. So, be the light and the encouragement others need, whether or not anyone is watching. Your kindness, your positivity—it can change lives in ways you may never fully realize.
❤️✌🏼 Jamie
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