The Laws of Life

When you struggle with mental illness, (hell, even if you don’t) sometimes it can feel like Murphy’s Law is ruling our lives. That everything that could possibly go wrong is going wrong, and if for the off chance things seem to be good, then we must have overlooked something, right?

Let me explain a little deeper. Imagine yourself in the following scenario.

Your alarm doesn’t go off, and you sleep in too late to shower before work. You rush out of the house, locking your keys inside. You miss the bus, and when you go to call a cab you realize your phones been cut off, you forgot to pay your cellphone bill, again. You can feel the anger creeping up inside you as you walk to work in the rain. When you finally get to work you’re about to explode, you bark at the doorman, and stomp up the stairs to your office, slamming your door closed without saying hello to your assistant. While collapsing into your seat you spill coffee down your brand new shirt. You’re distracted and unproductive all day, getting nothing done at all.

How do you feel? What is the first thing you think after reading that? A few carefully selected curse words I’m sure, but what else? How about…

“Of course this would happen to me.”

“I have the worst luck.”

“I should have just stayed home.”

“Thats just life, kicking me while I’m down.”

If that isn’t Murphy’s Law, I don’t know what is, and maybe days like the one I just made up happen to you all the time. Maybe you’re in a tough spot, and the universe is challenging you. Well I’m here to help (or try to at least). You see, I don’t believe in Murphy’s Law, I believe in Einstein’s Law of Attraction.

“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get into that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy, this is physics.” – Albert Einstein

The way I see it, the world is full of different energies. We pass energies back and forth, exchanging good energy for bad, and vice versa. However we are most attracted to those people who exchange similar energies to us. Lets look at me, for example, I try my very best to stay positive and to only put positive energies back out into the world, which is why I’m more attracted to positive people, than I am negative people. Make sense? Focusing in on your energy, and the energy you spread, can easily take a bad day and turn it around.

Disclaimer: Now, I’m not saying you need to smile and be happy every time you miss the bus and I’m definitely not saying you’re never going to have a bad day again. For I’m somebody who struggles with depression, and sometimes it seems like I have more bad days than good. So I completely understand how difficult it can be to find the positive in a negative situation. However, I do believe that we have the power to change our own lives.

You’ll notice that Einstein didn’t say, “Match the frequency of the reality you have”, but rather, “Match the frequency of the reality you want”. So you’re not really stuck in that rut, you’re just tuned into a lower frequency.

I realize I’m making this sound real easy, and you’re probably rolling your eyes at me, but I assure you, you can do it. When I notice I’m feeling low, and I’m ready to make a change, I turn my focus inward and reflect on my own energies. I then take a few deep, centring breaths, and I find something good, something I’m grateful for, and hold on to it. I focus on that one thing until I feel my mind clear and my energy increase. Turning one situation around isn’t going to change your whole life, but it’s a start.

Let’s look back at our situation from earlier in this post, and try to find a few positives.

After spilling coffee down your shirt, you take a breath and remember you have a spare hanging behind your door. You thank yourself for being prepared, and leaving it here months ago for cases like today. Now that your mind is clear you have a very productive day.

Lets back up.

Instead of yelling at the doorman and ruining their day, you stop and say hello. You focus in on the smalltalk and allow the simplicity of it make you feel a little better. This conversation adds a pep to your step, just enough energy to not collapse into your office chair.

Lets back up a little further.

You missed your bus, and your phone is out of commission. Take a breath, refocus, and use this rare cellphone-less walk to work to look up and appreciate nature. You feel surrounded by beauty, so much more positive you don’t bark at the doorman.

Even further?

You wake up, without your alarm going off. No, you don’t have time to shower, but you still have time for your commute. Take a second, and take your internal clock for waking you up when it did, and giving your body a little extra rest. You focus inward and realize you needed that rest, and more. You take the morning off and stay in bed a few more hours, going to work that afternoon much more productive and feeling refreshed.

Moral of the story? Remember to breath. Taking a second to stop and just breath gives you time to check your emotions, your mood, and your energy…..and there is no shame in needing to take a day to yourself.

So next time you feel like life it kicking you while you’re down, I want you to remember this, and try to see the situation from a different perspective.

Find the good, hold on tight, match to the higher frequency.




If you were to make a list of everything you love, how long would it take for you to write down yourself?

When I first read this quote it hit me hard. I don’t think I ever would have listed myself. I didn’t see myself as something, or someone, I loved. When in reality that should have been #1 on my list. I knew I had to make a change, but I wasn’t sure how. I wasn’t just going to wake up one day and love who I was, it was going to be a process.

For me, that process started by focusing much more on self-care, and doing things that made me feel good about myself. Some of these self-care/self-love moments were more extravagant, for example I’ve visited a local spa a few times for relaxation massages and facials. However others were much more low-key, like enjoying a cup of my favourite tea in my favourite mug.

Of course, some days its difficult to think of something that will make me feel good, or I’ll be too busy to find the time. On days like these I turn to my gratitude journal. If you don’t know what that is, it’s simple, it’s a list of things you’re grateful for. I started with mine on the notes app on my phone, then moved it over to an actual journal. Now my gratitude journal is full of an extensive, on-going, list of things I love as well as quotes and little doodles.

So here is a peek at my gratitude list.

  1. Coffee/Tea
  2. Heavy blankets
  3. Poetry
  4. Freckles
  5. A purring cat
  6. The ocean
  7. Baby socks
  8. A full body stretch
  9. Sunflowers
  10. Cinnamon rolls

Maybe this list will inspire you to start one of your own, or maybe you’ll return to this post one day when you’re feeling down and need to be reminded of things that make you smile.


Welcome to the future, the present, and the past. This moment is all three wrapped up together. This moment is the now.

Often times we catch ourselves daydreaming about the future. Wondering what type of life we’ll be living, where we’ll be, or who we’ll be with. When we’re “living” in the future we tend to think long-term, 10, 20 years down the road, maybe more. We focus on where we want to end up and skip everything that is going to bring us there.

The past is much the same. We focus on something that has happened anywhere from yesterday, all the way back to childhood. We ruminate on past experiences that we have zero control over, memories that we will never be able to change. Scrutinizing the past has a very large impact our present emotions, and our present emotions float into our future.

I wish I could say I’m going to live completely “in the now”, that I’m not going to think about either the past or the future. However after years of failed attempts, I’ve finally realized that that might not be possible for me. What I plan on doing now is focusing on what makes the now, the now. The way I see it the present moment is actually a combination of all three; our past, present, and future.

We only exist in this present moment because we have survived our past. It’s our collection of experiences and memories that have made us who we are.

Today is yesterday’s future. We all dream of a happy-ever-after, so if we’re already living in the “future”, we need to focus on getting ourselves closer to that happy-ever-after today.

I think remembering this and trying to let it shift our mindset, allows us to better enjoy the present and appreciate it for what it is. Every second in our day is the present, past, and future. So stop looking back at yesterday, and stop waiting for tomorrow. Open your eyes to today, to the now, whatever your definition of it may be.

Once upon a time…

Our story starts in a beautiful theatre, the thick red velvet curtains are pulled open and we see a smiling woman.

She’s a seasoned actress, and has been on the same stage for 3 years. Her awards are hung meticulously on the wall, collecting dust, and there is an empty mug on very shelf. Her dressing room smells of coffee and lavender, and her door is always left open for visitors. Every day she comes in, putting on the same costume, performing the same part in the same play, just as she did the day before. She knows she’s stuck on repeat but she likes it this way, its predictable and safe.

Then one day everything changes. The director hits stop, hooks her off the stage and throws her out the side entrance. Her world is turned upside down. She spends a few days sitting among the dumpsters, breathing in the damp air, contemplating her life, trying decide which button to hit next.

Eject may sometimes feel like the only button left on the stereo. That the only option is to take out the cassette and flip it over. But regardless of how covered in dust the play button is, it will always work. Life will keep moving forward, the ribbon will keep circling through the tape.

Its a month later, she’s no longer wearing a costume and she’s no longer someone else’s puppet. For the first time in years she’s writing her own part for her own play, and her smile is not just part of a costume.

And she I will live happily ever after.

This is not the end.

Hello again

After an unplanned hiatus, I’m back online. It’s been exactly 81 days since my last blogpost, and to be honest, I’m a little nervous coming back. It was Eleanor Roosevelt who said, “Do one thing a day that scares you”, so today I’m returning to jenninix.

My last blogpost had some negative backlash. This was the first time I’ve ever received criticism on my writing, which I realize is very lucky, but nevertheless, hurtful. It made me self-conscious about posting and for a second I thought about deleting my whole blog. Instead of making any rash decisions I went “offline” for what was supposed to be a few weeks, but quickly turned into months. I was struggling with my mental health, work and school, and time seemed to be flying past me.

Cut to almost 3 months later, I’ve seen two different therapists, made some positive changes, and I’m starting to feel better. I’ve been trying new ways of taking care of myself and actually feeling the benefits. Writing has always been a positive outlet for me, so I shouldn’t stop just because one person doesn’t like it.

A good friend of mine is always telling me to “put myself out there”, so this is me putting my thoughts back out there for the world to see. A short entry with no editing to dust the cobwebs off and shake out the nerves.

See you next Sunday!


May 12

On April 25th, 2014 I decided to turn my life around. I decided I didn’t want to be sad anymore, and if I was going to live, I was going to live happily. Two weeks later, on May 12th, 2014 I stopped self-harming and started on the road to recovery.

The road to recovery can be very long, it can last anywhere from a week to your whole life. It isn’t a road that is easily travelled; it isn’t paved and it is all up hill. You’ll need to stop and take a rest sometimes and you might even slip backwards, however push forward because the feeling at the end is worth the struggle.

Everyone travelling on the road to recovery has a different path; Mine started with the purchase of a notebook. When I decided I was ready to stop cutting, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, I wanted to stop but I wasn’t exactly ready to let go of my blade. My therapist at the time told me to do something else to release, so I bought a notebook and sliced the pages instead of my skin. Seeing the cuts of paper fall out of the book was surprisingly satisfying. I’m not saying it “cured” me, or magically stopped my cravings, but it definitely helped because since that day I have not self-harmed once.

Along my journey I’ve found other things that have helped in my recovery. Reading, writing, yoga, strength training, and especially meditation. Meditation has been the one thing that I can always go to when I need a mental break, when I need a little push further up Recovery Road, when I needed to be reminded of the beauty in the world.

Through meditation I learned the story of the lotus. I learned that the lotus has to grow through thick mud and water before it is able to open to the sun and bloom. It was this story, as well as two quotes, that inspired me to get my latest tattoo. A lotus on my right leg, the leg I used to self-harm for the quote, “I am blooming from the wound where I once bled” by the poet, Rune Lazuli. The other being the quote featured above. It was Van Gogh who said “Normality is a paved road; It’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow on it”. Recovery Road is not necessarily a “normal” route to take in life, but it is one that will change you. It will take you off the paved road and let you bloom.

Now I am two years clean of self-harm, with a lotus tattoo to remind me of all the mud that I have travelled through, and to remind me everyday to bloom.

My Poetry Debut.

I’ve been working on loving my self, for some time now, and seeing I’m someone who struggles with depression and negative self-talk, it’s not easy. I guess re-wiring your mind isn’t supposed to be easy, is it.

From what I’ve learned, one of the major steps in learning how to love yourself, is taking care of yourself, physically and emotionally. Physically is the easy part. Exercise, eat well, drink lots of water, take your vitamins, and listen to your doctor. Taking care of your emotional self if the difficult part. You need to be able to recognize your emotions before you can understand them, and you need to understand them before you can heal them.

Years of therapy have helped me recognize my emotions, and now I’m learning on the understanding and healing, which tend to go hand-in-hand. Often times, so I’ve realized, is once you finally understand something you’ve been feeling for such a long time, healing comes naturally. Almost as if what was holding you back from healing was not understanding why you were feeling a certain way.

Most of my healing has come from the help of poetry. Poetry has always been something I’ve loved, but not something I ever truly connected with, until recently. Reading the work of Lovelace, Sin, and Kaur have helped me more than any “self-help” book ever could. For I learned that other people have felt what I’ve felt, due to reasons similar to my own, and have come out on the other side. That just because something happened to you, doesn’t mean it defines you, and doesn’t mean you can’t be you again.

I’ve been inspired by these fantastic writers and have started writing my own poems. Now, by no means am I a poet or an author, but the simple act of writing has always proven to be therapeutic for me, especially poetry. I think this is so, because of the beauty behind poetry. It’s hard to feel sad when you’re writing such beautiful words.

I’ve always said that I would never share my poetry, because 1) it’s a little dark, and 2) I don’t think I’m very good. That might sound a little superficial, but I’m a bit of a perfectionist sometimes, which makes it hard to try new things, and writing poetry is definitely something new to me. However everyone starts somewhere, and if you don’t share your work, no one can learn from it.

They say you’re supposed to do one thing each day that scares you, so this is my big scary debut into the world of poetry.

May 13th
I say i stopped cutting on May 13th, but i didn't 
that was the day i passed the knife to you.
Each kiss, touch, and look was a lie
the knife dancing across my skin.
Every time you whispered 'i love you'
you dug the knife a little deeper.
I say i stopped cutting on May 13th, but i didn't
I stopped the day i left you. 

Sometimes a dark poems leave you feeling light. That is what this poem does for me. When I wrote it I didn’t plan to say what I said, the words just flowed. This was one of my first poems, and is about something that has very much changed my perspective on life. I’ve talked about self harm before, and it has been something I’ve wanted to forget for such a long time, however not anymore. I understand those emotions better now, and now they are what keep me grounded in times of unease.

My tally marks are a reminder of what I’m capable of surviving, and my poetry is a reminder of how I’m going to overcome anything that tries to hold me back from living.