Today was quite surreal. I did something I never thought was possible. I feel both shocked and humbled. Scratch that, “humbled” does not describe it well enough. I feel sobered. Have you ever had those out-of-body experiences when you look at yourself and can’t believe what just happened to you? Today was one such day for me, and I’ll explain it all. But first, some background information:

There is a certain person in my life. This person has quite frankly made my life miserable for over nine months. I won’t go into details…much…but just know this person has caused me many tears, moments of self-doubt, extreme stress, and general unhappiness. Forces beyond my control forced me into close proximity with this person on a frequent basis and because I am so conflict-adverse, I could not bring myself to ever tell this person how his or her behavior affected me. I keep referring to said individual as “this person” because I think it’s important for me to see the humanity behind the harsh approach and condescending tone of voice, to remind myself, Im dealing with a human being. It was THAT bad.

I can appreciate the clarity now and see how my “good-intentions” and complacent attitude actually did our connection an injustice. I let things fester which ultimately lead to resentment in both of us. What a horrible word, probably in my top 5 for bad words to avoid. Resentment. Wow, I hate to think Im a resentful person, but that is what happens when you bottle emotions and thoughts inside – things are escalated and blown way out of proportion. We should have talked sooner. Granted, some situations in life don’t allow a healthy exchange of such confiding, but I have seen the long-term effects of resentment, and I can personally attest that it only leads to inner turmoil and a wider ass because I certainly overate sugar-crack when I felt stressed about this person. And probably gained 20 lbs over it.

At the very least, I wish I started writing down my feelings about this person when things first started to turn downhill about eight months ago. Writing is my therapy, but I didn’t even consider that because I didn’t want to “waste” anymore time thinking about this person than I had to. I did other things to relieve my stress about this person on a regular basis that weren’t as constructive as writing would have been: I complained to friends, family and boyfriend at the time. I whined, I insulted. Not my finest moments, but those were my grieving and coping mechanisms.

I look back and feel ashamed that I said the things I did. After all, it does take two to tango, and although I don’t consider myself an enabler, the fact that I never approached this person willingly to discuss my feelings in a mature and proactive manner, well, that contributed to the increasing tension in its own way. Although I didn’t mean to cause harm, I caused harm by speaking to the wrong people who wouldn’t be able to actually help the situation, but rather nod and say comforting things like “I’m so sorry, that sounds horrible.” Sometimes all we really need is someone to listen to us, not judge, and just say they understand, but in this case, my whining was not helpful, it likely made me feel even worse and more hopeless about the situation.

This person was in a position of power, an elder, and someone I tried for months to be respectful to. I tried to live up to unreachably high expectations, while simultaneously walking on eggshells to avoid triggering this person’s explosive behavior. Several times people witnessed things this person would say to me and they would stand up for me and say “hey [name], stop bullying Andreea” or “Andreea, don’t let [name] get away with treating you like that.” This person even admitted to my face at the very beginning that he or she is a bully and I just need to learn to deal with it. The sad part is that I did want to deal with it. I know I’m a sensitive person and words, tone of voice, and positive and negative reinforcement really affect me in every sense.

My mental state is strained by constantly preparing myself for the worst around this person, my emotional state is compromised by constant criticism, and my physical state is constantly on high alert in “fight” mode just anticipating the need to protect itself from this looming source of stress. I wanted to become immune and shut off my sensitivity. I wanted to change not only how this person affected me, but also who I naturally am. This person got into my head so much, I allowed this person to chip away at my self-esteem and convince me that I wasn’t good enough. It was bad. I thought about it all day during work and all night when I came home.

When I was home, I was too exhausted to interact with friends or family because I spent all day on edge and it drained my energy. I became a hermit and saw friends less and less. And when I did see my friends, family, and boyfriend at the time, I just complained about this person and my stressful situation. I should have just walked away. I shouldn’t have waited for the universe to take matters into its own hands and force me away from that toxic environment. I should have had the self-respect and wisdom to walk away first. But I kept trying to prove my worth, to win this person over. I kept doubting myself and my abilities, and just saw myself through their lens of criticism. I suppose in some ways it was psychological abuse. But I wasn’t forced to stay there, I could have walked away at any time. None of this was ever against my will. It was my decision to stay and I made that decision a few times each day, it was absolutely exhausting. The daily rollercoaster of “I need to get out” and “I can handle this” was the worst pain of my life.

There was a period, about two months, when it was so bad I had scary thoughts creeping into my mind. Thoughts Ive never had before or every thought I’d have. I was worried about myself and confided in people I trust that I didn’t trust myself anymore. Even if it was my decision to be around this person, I had certain obligations and responsibilities tied to this person. I was stubborn, and determined. I also didn’t have the strength and faith to leap away from security into the unknown. So there were scary moments. Moments Im not proud of, but moments that happened regardless and worth mentioning. These moments brought ideas into my mind of how I could avoid seeing this person for some time, without completely severing ties and turning my back on my responsibilities. I remember thinking if I get into a car accident, it would be a legitimate excuse to be away from this person just for a day or two.

I was terrified. I caught myself thinking this a couple times and burst into tears. How crazy to think something like that. That was the 2nd lowest part of my life. The 1st is a completely different blog entry, stay tuned! J

So I prayed. I had no other options at this point. When you think a car accident will bring you peace, you know things have gotten out of control. So I strengthened my relationship with God. That was THE ONLY option left for me. Just as I refused to walk away from this person who caused me so much pain, I refused to let the pain ruin me and all I have worked for my 28.5 years. I put my thoughts into prayer and I gave it all to God.

Just recently, God answered my prayers. I was too stubborn or too scared to walk away on my own and eventually events unfolded on their own to separate me from this person so this person no longer has power over me. I no longer have to swallow my feelings, and the most unthinkable thing happened. We bonded over a mutual hardship. This is what I love most about the power of prayer. You pray and you open up your soul to God and ask for guidance, wisdom, and strength, and God listens, then gives you the lesson of a lifetime.

So back to what I did today which shocked me. Let’s talk about the seed planted. It was an out of body experience and the initial thought came to me out of nowhere. It was a couple weeks ago when I was driving home on the 5 south merging onto 80 towards San Francisco. It was a moment of clarity and then extreme confusion, questioning, and doubt. Where did this come from? How could I ever do this to myself? It would be a lie. How could God expect me to lie? Then I quickly dismissed the thought as a dangerous seed I dare not nurture. I pushed that idea out of my mind, hid it in a box, locked the box, closed the vault door, then locked the vault with a 16 random-digit code. And I hoped it would pass. Why would I ever do anything to willingly help this person? I was certain this person was pure evil. I have made several jokes at some point about resemblances to Satan and the fiery pits of hell.

But in true God-like fashion, the joke was on me. A few days ago, I was forced in the same room with this person and we managed for the first time in nine+ months, to be real with each other. This person showed me vulnerability, something I’ve never thought I’d see. This person told me deep, personal secrets and listened to me as I shared what was heavy on my shoulders. We bonded over the mutual pain we were both experiencing, and at one point this person chuckled and said “How ironic that we’ve been through so much together and right now, we are the only ones who can comfort each other through this.” How true were those words.

For months I spent HOURS each day worried about this person, dreading seeing this person, and questioning my value and worth because of how this person saw me. I talked about this person with everyone in my life and asked for advice on how to handle this person. I know for sure this person confided in others about me, and I’ve heard confirmations from those people of what was said about me. I was no angel either. I caused this person a lot of stress in my own ways and Im certain he or she resented me for months as well. Yet, when life stepped in to bring us both to reality through hardship, per usual, we found comfort in each other. And then we hugged. It was weird. I felt connected to this person for the first time since we met. I saw this person as a human with feelings, with hopes, and with vulnerability. So I reached out for a hug in consolation. There may have been shock on both our ends, but from that moment on, things changed.

The next morning, I was convinced of what I had to do. I unlocked the vault, opened the box, and reexamined that idea that popped in my head on the highway on the way home a few weeks ago. I sat down in silence, searched my soul for every ounce of good I find in myself, and I forced myself to write this person a letter of recommendation. I knew from our recent conversations that this person was actively applying for new jobs, and I knew this was my only opportunity to make amends and to clear myself of resentment. That was God’s work. That was a miracle.

This person and I have no tension anymore. We are civil, we laugh now. We may even be friends one day, but at least I know we are no longer enemies. And it all stemmed from one tiny idea. It was an isolated idea, and something I had never in the past nine months ever considered possible. I couldn’t fathom ever saying something nice about this person to another in passing, let alone creating a letter highlighting this person’s strengths when I had spent nearly a year focusing on this person’s weaknesses. It changed me. It changed me in a way I cannot take any credit for. I spent hours praying, questioning, “GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME”, and begging “PLEASE STOP THIS because I cant.” God answered that prayer and it came in a spontaneous thought while driving on the highway one day.

Now I look at myself with a newfound kindness. I understand my limitations, and I respect myself for having them. No longer will I prolong situations which make me feel uncomfortable, or connections of any kind which make me question myself, my abilities, or my worth.

No amount of money, power, or prestige are worth batting yourself for. And that is an invaluable lesson I have learned in all of this. Walk away when you aren’t valued. Every breath you take is precious and if someone comes between you and your self-worth, you stand up straight, you pray to God for strength, and you walk as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

I no longer make exceptions for people because they are family, managers, life-long friends, or exciting intimate partners. If you abuse my trust and patience, to a point where I question my worth, I WILL walk away from you.

I challenge you to look deep inside yourself and be brutally honest with yourself. If there is someone making you uncomfortable or unhappy, try to see things from his or her perspective. Look at how you react to this person and how your actions or inactions may have affected them and the situation. We are rarely victims outright with no contributions of our own.

I am positively grateful for this life lesson. This experience taught me more about myself, my strength, and my capabilities than the past 28 years of my life combined. Thank you, God, for answering my prayers in the most epic way: with a lesson learned and with a smile on my face at the end of that chapter.



I’ve had something weighing heavy on my heart and mind for a few months now, and I feel the only way to truly surrender the anxiety it’s causing me is to write it out. Writing is my therapy – it’s where I have the opportunity to be raw, authentic, and accountable. It’s me writing these words, most often to myself in a journal, but recently I went public with my words and there is a positive sense of liberation in that transparency.

I no longer have to pretend I have all my stuff together and I’m finally okay with people seeing I feel pain, worry, and sadness from time to time. Writing also feels like direct and unfiltered communication to God, and there is a calming sense of security knowing that as the emotions flow through my fingertips on the keyboard, I am being guided by my Higher Power to express myself completely and never hold back or censor myself.

Some people work out until their muscles burn, others drink until they can’t stand up anymore, I write. We all have our coping mechanisms. This brings me to the topic heavy on my mind lately: stillness. I feel people these days don’t understand the concept anymore, and worse, I feel there is a pressure imposed by society to constantly do interesting things and eat interesting things at interesting new restaurants with our interesting brand new friends wearing the new interesting outfit from that brand new interesting boutique. What happened to valuing what we’ve already been given and nurturing it over time?

I took a step back from my hectic and over-ambitious social calendar a few months ago and re-evaluated my priorities. My time on this planet is so precious. Time: it’s the only thing we have that binds us together across generations and borders. We will all have different opportunities and amounts of money and types of lifestyles, but we are all given 24 hours in one day. I am appalled at how we undervalue our precious 24 hours. Some of us aren’t even given that.

So it got me thinking: I have 24 hours in a day, about ten are reserved for work (preparing, driving to and from, sitting at a desk being a marketing writer genius all day), about eight are needed for sleeping (I don’t consume caffeine so I need eight hours to keep me energized throughout my day), and that leaves me with six hours to do with as I please. Why have I been crowding that space with as much stuff as possible the past three years? Those six precious hours that I am able to fill with anything that I want are the hours I live for, they define me, they recharge me.

I don’t have obligations to a husband or any children yet, so at this point in my life, those six hours are Andreea time, and they are so valuable. They’re just as valuable as the hours in which I am paid to produce work for my company, if not more-so because they bring happiness and meaning to my life. Work hours do not bring happiness and meaning to my life, they bring money so I can avoid living under the highway because it smells there and it’s not a generally warm and soft place for me to hang out. But I wouldn’t call hours spent at work fun and meaningful. If your job brings value to your life, power to you, you hit the jackpot! I write for a bank, it’s not as glamorous or rewarding as snuggling with koala bear babies or taste testing Taco Bell’s new recipes – both of which I am immediately available for if you hear of any openings…you know how to contact me.

Short story long, I gave up on the rush. I let go of the pushing and forcing and over-booking my schedule because I stopped running away from my problems. It took me three years of hiding behind a busy social agenda before I could listen to my exhausted body and mind and just stop running. Instead, I turned around and faced those problems head-on that had been chasing me for years.

Oh my, it was not pretty. I broke down. There were many tears. I abused and suffered from sugar crack comas to cope (Reece’s Pieces ARE crack. Don’t try to disprove me. You will hurt for days). I whined to friends and family – bless their hearts, they never abandoned me or told me to suck it up and quite complaining. They did, however, remind me that I am loved and supported by many, and that I have been blessed with SO many great people, opportunities, and things in my life. That helped me get myself out of that hole I dug for myself the past three years. How silly of me to think if I overload myself with distractions, that my emotions will just fix themselves. Ha!

I’m not completely free of the struggles, but now I am aware of them and they cannot hurt me if I see them coming. I am wiser and stronger because I got through this by sheer determination and strong will, not by ignoring it and hoping it will go away. I talked through my thoughts with people who know me best, and even some strangers – their words of support really got me through those times where I felt utterly hopeless and alone. In the moments I felt the most despair, I prayed, and God listened and answered my prayers. I may not have gotten the answers my heart wanted, but I got the answers my mind needed to move forward and heal.

Someone wise told me a couple weeks ago that during her entire life she was afraid of the waves in the ocean and she would run towards the beach and away from the waves when she saw big ones coming at her, but every single time, the waves would catch up to her and eventually crush her from behind. Until one day, when she decided she was tired of getting crushed and she looked at a big wave coming straight-on and did something she never thought possible: she dived head-first into the wave and came out on the other side of it. She was stronger than ever because for once, she didn’t turn her back on the big wave or let it crush her.

So my takeaway for this topic is to stop and smell the flowers more often than not. And if it’s winter and there are no flowers, stick your tongue out and eat some free-falling snow. Either way, don’t crowd your precious happy “you” time with unnecessary or excessive plans to run from the truth. You’ll always know when you’re doing this because you are exhausted and feel unbalanced and anxious all the time. Take a step back, try to see it from a different perspective, and catch yourself before you let yourself take the easy way out.

Easy is running to the beach, but strong is diving head-first into your biggest waves and knowing they have no chance to ever crush you.


At times I almost feel out of control, as if something or someone I’ve just stumbled upon is amazing and I go full throttle and immerse myself into that something or someone. It could be a hobby, but today specifically, I’m referring to people and the relationships I form when I jump head-first into someone I just met. Figuratively speaking, of course – I wouldn’t want to put any questionable images into your heads!

When I engage in this behavior, I tend to subconsciously make this new, shiny, fascinating person in my life my new Higher Power, and therein lies my problem and source of constant struggle and heartache. I put too much pressure and expectation on one person to make me feel better, happier, safer.

Today I came across a beautiful quote. It was so serendipitously placed in my life so I may stumble upon it, that I cannot help but smile to myself and take it as direct advice from God:

“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

After reading this, my eyes have finally been opened to something my friends and family have been telling me for years, but I just wasn’t comprehending, or perhaps, I just wasn’t ready to accept, and that is that my feelings of worth should come from within. My self-worth should not waiver based upon objects I’ve attained or people’s perceptions of me. Those external forces could be taken away just as easily as they are given to me, and if I continue to place my value in them, there is no hope for me to lead a healthy, thriving life.

The pressure alone, which I must have put on people when I did this, must have been exhausting. I value everyone in my life for what they’ve contributed to me, and I stand back now from a different vantage point humbled by what people have done to support me, in their own unique ways. I may not have seen their efforts at the time because I was too preoccupied with complaining they didn’t do exactly what I expected and wanted, but I see their efforts and support now. I am grateful for each of them and their own unique ways they loved me.

I could clearly see how I’ve been contributing to my own pain and disappointment. When I demanded so much of people, I was placing too much pressure on them because I was hoping they would save me when I could not save myself – I was making them my Higher Power. No wonder my relationships with people kept failing, because expecting someone to save me will never work and will always leave me feeling isolated, abandoned, and hopeless. 

I learned this the hard way through a series of several devastating failed relationships, and in retrospect, those relationships needed to fail for me to understand this basic principle: we cannot thrive in a healthy relationship if we make it, or another person, our Higher Power, our God. This applies to relationships with friends, family, and work colleagues, not just romance.

Holding people to my high standards and putting immense pressure on them as I make them my Higher Power, is unfair to them. I held them to extreme standards which I myself was unable to adhere to, yet I got upset with them if they didn’t do things my way. This, I’ve learned the hard way, is the quickest way to lose people in my life and push them away. If I could go back and learn this lesson sooner and prevent hurting the people I did, I would.

All I can do is now is pray for strength to not do this again in the future, and treasure people for who they are when God brings them into my life. It is not my duty to judge them, change them, or hold them to unrealistic standards, but rather to love them, support them, and be grateful that they are in my life.

I’m not perfect, I screw up all the time, and I am the first to admit it. I try to be understanding and see things from other perspectives, constantly seeking to self-improve and grow. During these moments of soul searching, I realized I can’t be angry with people for not being who I want them and expect them to be. Learning to love people as they are is my new priority and I believe if I work on this, I will become a better friend and listener.

A job, a boyfriend, even a best friend don’t define my worth. My integrity, work-ethic, and perseverance do though. I shall try my hardest to let these values define my self-worth speak for themselves and my character. I can only take this lesson and continue to seek more values to add to this list.

Positively grateful for this clarity and opportunity to change how I make people in my life feel going forward!

Letting go and letting God.