Living Life Under 5 Foot

Divorce does the same thing to each person however, we all deal with it differently, and we all get a little screwed up in the process. We don’t understand the why of divorce and the direct effect on the mind, but we can see the changes in a life.   "Studies have shown that that children of divorce are far more likely to be delinquent, engage in premarital sex, and bear children out of wedlock during adolescence and young adulthood. A 33-year study published in 1998 in the American Sociological Review revealed that children whose parents divorced in their childhood or adolescence were likely to be afflicted with emotional problems such as depression or anxiety well into their twenties or early thirties." [Maher, B. (2003) Patching Up the American Family. World and I, v18 i1 p56. Retrieved June 9, 2004 from Expanded Academic ASAP]  Many children of divorce struggle with identity. 47 % of children deal with mental health issues such as depression, anxiety, or anore...

It's always been just me. Here, never in a lonely way. It's a simple way. A happy way. It's always been me. Then I met you. Suddenly it had to be you and me? At least that's what I was lead to believe. But then sometimes it turned to just me and just you. And if it's not us is it just me again? At least it's always been me. I know how to deal with me. But you, even through the years, I don't comprehend you. I'm unsure if I ever will. Though I'm sure the you, tries to love the me, the best way you can. It'll never be the love the me needs to feel loved. So I'll go back to me, and you go back to you. Till then next time when the you, wants to be the part of me. And then the we, will restart the cycle, As the me, was once a part of the you.

A year ago I received a letter. This letter was powerful, friendly, kind, loving, and overall wonderful. This was a letter to celebrate a wonderful person. Now it's my turn to return the favour. My longest adult friend, It's time you know the value of you. It seems like just yesterday you called me after you heard about Teina’s death.   And it wasn’t long ago we sat in my car on your birthday and you sat there as I cried, and was angry, we talked about life, love, religion, me hating boys, and more so we talked about Teina. It wasn’t long after that after losing my grandpa I looked up during my speech to see you there, supporting my painful year yet  again. I don’t think you quite understand the rock you have been to me not only this past year, but basically all my milestones. You’ve been the official Shay cheerleader for so long it’s time I cheer you on for a bit. It amazes me to see how caring and selfless you’ve become. How you’ve managed to keep your fun, an...

Not many of us remember back in the 1950's when there was a separate entrance to buildings for boys and girls, coloured people and white people. Not many of us can remember sending loved ones off to war (praying for their return) in order for us to fight for equality. Even less of us were around when we, the women, were able to vote, work, earn a paycheck, own a house and so on and so forth. Usually I tend to keep my mouth, and fingers shut about political issues, because there's nothing I can say to change your mind, especially if you are one of the many in this province sending death threats to our Premier. But let me see if you can see something a little bit different. Man, this province is mad at Rachel Notley, and I can totally see why. She's making changes in a very liberal way. Alberta has been conservative for all the years I can remember, and finally a different government has been elected, by majority, to be in charge of Alberta. Here's what I see. She t...

Well, I haven't updated this lately.. well because I've started a few other blogs. One would be for my speaking career. You can find this at www.shaymotivation.com The other is for my new career, you can find it here at www.SymbolSyn.com Both of these are exciting adventures for me, and I would love for anyone following, to check out these, and see what I can do to help you. Feel free to continue to email me with any questions or concerns regarding life, and I will try my best to research and answer in a timely manner. Thanks for all the love, this is an exciting adventure for me! Loves, Shay!

Today is one of those days.  One of those days when my mind returns to previous years.  It turns to a laughter thats so contagious you soon would be laughing tears.  My mind turns to memories of growing up. Of spending as much time in the sun as possible.  It turns to old days when you weren't so far away.  I smile when I think of the time you made fun of me losing my voice.  The popsicles we would sneak before, during, and after hours. When they say "everything happens for a reason." I always pray that they are right. Because right now, this doesn't feel like a reason, more over it feels like torture.  When people tell me I will see you again, it hurts me to my very core. Because sometimes when I close my eyes, you are not gone from this life. Sometimes my best friend is right beside me.  But today, I'm reminded, you are not.  And I can't help but feel the sting of the hole you left in my life. So e...

I can recall all the times I've cried. I know that sounds silly, but hey, I'm a little odd. I can remember crying when I was a child over my cousin biting my teddy bears head off. I cried when I moved to Canada. I cried when I got attacked by a hornets nest. I cried when my cousin scared me so bad I fell out of my house. I cried the day I understood what it meant to be alone. And I cried when I lost you. I've cried in joy, in happiness, in fear,  sadness, and I've cried in grief. Some cultures think it's healthy to cry, to let out those emotions that are on the inside, yet our culture tends to frown upon tears as to some it seems like a showing of weakness. Me? I tried to not cry in public because crying hurts my eyes, it hurts my brain, and it thoroughly hurts my pride. To admit I'm feeling a pain I cannot express is a difficult thing to measure up to. Yet sometimes without warning things that have been suppressed emerge through my eyes. But l...