I have become an advocate for Young Living essential oils. It was not something I had ever planned on signing up for, but life has a funny way of leading you down unexpected paths.
That is what Young Living is for me: and unexpected path.
I was a skeptic before, and now that I have educated myself and had personal experience with the products, I am a new person.
One that will stand by this brand and use their products for the rest of my life.
And here’s where you can sit back, relax, and actually enjoy reading this post.
I’m not here to sell anything to you.
You feel better, right? All I’m here to do is share my experience with you because I feel like it is a special one.
Why I Joined Young Living
My story is two-fold and involves two major things in my life that greatly influenced my decision-making when it came down to Young Living and essential oils. in general.
I am going to do my best, to be honest, open, and allow a vivid look into some of the most difficult times in my life. I ask that you keep in mind that these experiences are quite difficult for me to share so openly, but they are a vital part of this story. It wouldn’t be right to leave them out.
Migraines & Tension Headaches
This is something that has plagued me for my entire life.
I have some absolutely horrible memories of migraines and headaches from my childhood. I could only image how it all made my mom feel, seeing your child in pain and not being able to do anything about it.
In my childhood case, when a migraine hit no amount of ‘safe for children’ medication helped.
The routine was always the same. During these times, I secluded myself in a dark room, tried my best to sleep, and alternated between hot and cold compresses. It was not fun at all. In fact, I think these memories are more painful than my memories of childbirth.
The Mystery Head Pain
There were times (and I still don’t know what this is, or what caused it) when I was really young, starting around age four where a sharp pain would shoot from the top of my neck, straight through to my forehead.
It is a difficult phenomenon to explain. My whole head didn’t hurt. Just a line straight up my head.
It felt like my head was imploding on itself in a super sharp, and quick ZAP. It hurt so bad I remember stopping in my tracks, grabbing my head and pulling my hair, screaming “My head, it hurts it hurts it hurts.”
The fact that these pains only lasted 5 or 6 seconds was a blessing, I couldn’t imagine how I would have coped if it lasted for a few hours…or even worse a few days. Thankfully I grew out of these, for the most part. I have had two since I’ve been older, one while I was in the pool at swim practice, and once when I was moving boxes into our new apartment.
There are so many specifics about each of these two instances that I remember. When something hurts than bad it’s is hard to forget.
I briefly mentioned some of the things I remember about migraines and my childhood. Unlike the mystery head pain though, my migraines only got worse as I got older.
In my teenage years, the frequency and intensity of my migraines picked up drastically. There were days I had to lay down in the nurse’s office at school for hours until I could be picked up. It was against the rules to carry any kind of medication with me, which meant frequent trips to the nurse’s office where my medication was being babysat.
That worked fairly well until the first time I ran out. I had no choice but to suffer through the day with a horrible sensitivity to light and a pounding head.
From that day on I could go to the receptionist in the front office, who happened to be a friend of my mom’s. All it took was my mom adding her to my emergency contact card, and she was allowed to give me medicine for my migraine.
The bottom line: migraines are debilitating.
The good thing is I have figured out quite a few of my triggers, like direct sunlight, and can prevent some of my migraine episodes.
If only I were lucky enough to suffer from only migraines. That is probably the oddest sentence I have ever written.
If you think I get migraines a lot (which I do, roughly 2-3 per week) you are going to be terribly surprised by how many tension headaches I get. They are extremely common in my day to day life.
The problem is anything can set them off.
Here are some of the things that almost always lead to a tension headache: sleeping the wrong way, not getting enough sleep, working out, lifting something the wrong way, doing a lot of bending down and standing back up, not drinking enough water, and more.
Thankfully, these are much more manageable and usually go away with a neck rub from my wonderful husband, and an ibuprofen.
Depression, Anxiety, Bi-Polar Disorder, and OCD
Wow, what a mouthful.
This is something that I have not talked about a lot on my blog. It is also the reason for that little disclaimer/request earlier mentioning things that are representative of the darkest moments of my life.
For my own protection, I am not going to go into a lot of details with some of these. I hope you can understand my reasoning. 🙂
I have a difficulty when thinking about the time depression first took hold of me.
I was a freshman in high school, and I like to think that the depression is the reason I don’t remember a lot of details about that time in my life. Maybe I glossed over it in order to move on faster, who knows, but one thing I do remember clearly is the constant feeling of dread.
It’s that gut-twisting, I’m going to be sick, feeling. It’s not caring about anything, even things you absolutely love. It’s looking around and not being able to see the beauty in the world.
It was an on and off thing in High School. I dealt with malicious bullying my entire high school career. There were times when absolutely nothing would bring me out of my shell.
I had been seen by doctors and tried to make a change by taking antidepressants and it didn’t seem to work well.
Things finally started looking up when I started dating my husband Bryan. There was something so exhilarating about being with a person who didn’t want anything from me except to be with me.
Then I found out I was pregnant with Zoey. Even though I was a senior in high school with plans to go to college, I was happy. I had this gut feeling that even though it will be tough, everything would turn out okay. Thankfully I was right about, but I was so excited to be a mom I didn’t stop to think about one very important thing: Post Partum Depression.
Post Partum Depression hit me like a brick to the face. It was the worst time of my life. I couldn’t feel anything towards my daughter. It breaks my heart every time I think back to those days. Those days, although they weren’t my fault, are my biggest regret.
After the Post-Partum depression days were behind me, I found some happiness for a few years. Things were wonderful. Then my Grandpa passed away. I don’t know what it was about that happening, but something clicked within me. The fact of my mortality being one of the biggest things I now fully understood. On top of that, a deep guilt from not seeing him before he passed away when I had plenty of opportunity to do so.
The depression came on quick and seemingly overnight. Nothing mattered to me. I didn’t want to do anything. I stopped taking my daughter to dance. Finally I went to see a doctor, and was prescribed something to help. And it did help. For a while.
The day I went to see the doctor was a little over a year ago.
Two months ago I found myself in the darkest place I have been in a very long time. I had a difficult few weeks, but I am happy to say I think I have finally climbed out of it. I see color again and it is a good feeling.
Anxiety is something I have experienced to some degree my entire life. As a child, I was classified as ‘shy’ and ‘naive’ by many. They were only half-right. I didn’t like to speak to people, that is correct. The reason wasn’t, though, that I was afraid to speak like so many associate with a shy child. My reason for disliking speaking to others was that I didn’t want them to make fun of the things I said.
I know, that’s weird. It’s incredibly whiny, too when reading it written down like that.
Anyway, back to the story.
I had a lot of people in my life, loved ones, family members, you know, who loved to pick fun at me. It was all completely normal stuff. It’s stuff I do every day to my kids. But I was a sensitive child. A sensitive child who took every single thing she heard seriously, and literally. Because of that, every silly comment or joke in my direction made me feel like people didn’t like me. So I didn’t talk around people I didn’t know for fear of being embarrassed by what I had said.
Things slowly started changing when I started school. School was where I felt my best, and where I gained confidence to speak. I still had a deep fear of being reprimanded at school, though, so there were moments that will always help me remember that yes, I was a very socially anxious child.
It wasn’t until I moved elementary schools in the summer between fourth and fifth grade that I ever felt true social anxiety around my peers. A lot of this had to do with trying a little too hard to make new friends, and feeling like I would never, ever, fit in. This story is just a precursor to my experience in high school, but I didn’t overcome this feeling until a little over a year ago.
The source of my anxiety around my peers was caused by one simple misconception I had: that other people were better than me.
It’s as simple as that. Realizing that made the world of difference. I am now able to make my voice known, and not worry so much about what other people are going to think. Because who cares, right?
For the longest time my doctors believed I was simply depressed. It wasn’t until I started seeing the same doctor regularly that I finally got an explanation and was diagnosed with Bipolar II Disorder.
According to Wikipedia(yeah yeah, Wikipedia is not a real source, I get it, blah blah):
When compared to bipolar I disorder, type II presents more frequent depressive episodes and shorter intervals of well-being. The course of bipolar II disorder is more chronic and consists of more frequent cycling than the course of bipolar I disorder. Finally, bipolar II is associated with a greater risk of suicidal thoughts and behaviors than bipolar I or unipolar depression.
And how did I feel when I found this out?
“Well, huh, that explains it.”
That’s the type of person that I am. I need to understand what is really going on so I can watch for signs, and do everything in my power to help prevent the bad. I was never upset with this diagnosis, as some would expect me to be, I was relieved.
Repetition and counting have become things that I absolutely cannot stand. There have been times in my life where I have had peace from the craziness of it all, but for as long as I can remember, most of the time I have a ritual or two that I need to accomplish.
- When I was 10: any corner I passed, I had to count it.
- When I was a teenager: I had to count every shadow we passed on the road, and/or, every sign or electricity pole we passed by.
- Two years ago: braiding a section of my hair over and over again.
- Currently: twirling a section of my hair over and over again.
It isn’t fun.
I find times of stress are extremely bad, and set these things off.
I haven’t found a good solution for this yet, even with the help of my doctor.
It looks like the only thing that will help is an extended vacation.
So how does this fit into your Young Living Gig?
I’m glad you asked.
All of the things that I have talked to you about in this post are things I have been living with for what seems like forever.
I want to get healthy. I want to know myself well enough to know what is causing the things that ail me.
So many people have told me to try Young Living Essential Oils in the past, but I always thought it was just a fad. Like I said, I was a skeptic! Then I hit rock bottom and decided that if it could possibly help me in any way, it was worth a shot.
And here we are.
So far with the essential oils that I have tried I have discovered they can help relax my muscles, alleviate occasional nervous irritability, support the immune system, support the lungs and sinuses, reduces absentmindedness, and more.
This is why Young Living is the company for me, and why I jumped in head first and purchased the Premium Starter Kit and decided to give this business my all. Before I could do that successfully though, I had to know why I was doing it.
After spending a few weeks really thinking about what Young Living is for me, and why I finally made the plunge, I give you this blog post.
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