Welcome to Warrior More!
I am so incredibly excited for your to be here to read the honest and inspiring experiences of our amazing storytellers (our first ever storyteller is below, keep scrolling a bit more! You won’t want to miss this, I promise). I think having conversations about our struggles and shattering stigma is such an important part of not only our own healing but inspiring others to feel worthy of their own healing as well.
Since I’ve started the journey of being more open about my anxiety and OCD, it has become so overwhelmingly clear that there are so many voices that need to be heard about many types of struggles, and so many people that either don’t seek help or don’t believe they deserve help due to the stigma that follows their experience.
Our mission at Warrior More is to tell the story of the everyday warrior. The person that fights a battle that we may not be able to see. This is a battle that can be overlooked but is still so impactful on the person that faces it and usually carries an strong stigma along for the ride. I believe that the more we use our voice, share our stories, and let others know they are not alone, the more we can all heal and find ways to better show each other empathy. We fund this project by selling tee’s that send a positive message to those battling stigma.
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I am so pleased to announce our very first storyteller ever! The amazing, the strong, & the inspiring – Kate. Kate is a Warrior, and this is her story.
This is my fight, what’s yours?
On paper, I have it all. A great job, a loving boyfriend, a supportive family, a high level of quality education. But behind closed doors, I navigate the world of mental health.
To my closest friends and family it isn’t a surprise to hear this. To those that are recent to the network, maybe.
I was 15 when I first started to experience depression and anxiety. But the moment of rock bottom was when I was 16 driving home from soccer practice on one of those brisk and damp Seattle winter nights. I was driving alone, south on I-5 when the thoughts began sneaking their way into my mind which left me contemplating if I should swerve off the road.
Surprise! I didn’t and it’s the best decision I’ve made in my 25 young years of life, but let’s keep it real. I’m not one to dwell much on the past, but would rather focus on the future. Because here’s the thing, the FUTURE is the reason I didn’t swerve, also because I couldn’t guarantee a perfect angle and the perfect speed (Brutal right?).
When I got home, I hopped in the shower and completely broke down. I picked up the razor and thought, maybe I could mask the pain I was feeling mentally by inflicting enough physical pain. (Pretty intense huh?)
But in that moment, there was a little voice that said, ‘No not yet.’ And I’m not religious, so I won’t even go there, but I will say this voice said, ‘There is something more out there for you. Go see what it is. It’ll be worth it’ And so began my fight for mental health.
My high school and college years were influenced by my struggle with mental health. To an outsider, they’d never know. It’s an internal battle. You constantly put one foot in front of the other and grip on to anything that will help you get to the next day. Most of the time you take on more than you can handle as a distraction. Some days you wake up crippled and unable to move, some days you feel invincible. Most days I can’t communicate with boyfriend effectively. Or accurately articulate the feeling of the heart palpitations or the paralysis. Sometimes you start going through the motions hoping it’ll relieve itself. Sometimes you cry for quite literally no reason. Sometimes you think about quitting your job and moving to Australia, as if that’ll solve all your problems. Sometimes you snap at the ones you love (sorry). Sometimes you think about that night and still consider swerving off the road.
Fast forward a few years, I was sitting on my bed in grad school (a fabulous place for people with high functioning anxiety) when I decided enough was enough. And that little voice came back saying, ‘Not yet. Keep fighting. Keep going.’ And so continued the fight for mental health.
I may never have it all figured out. But here is what I’ve learned over the past year.
Some days are harder than others. But you are still stronger.
Some days you fake it until you make. That’s okay.
Sometimes you attempt to articulate your feelings, or you just cry, that’s cool too.
Put your best foot forward, even when you don’t want to.
Write your affirmations. Read the book. Do the workout. You’ll feel better afterwards.
Wear the bright lipstick. Laugh. Smile.
Post the picture you feel fabulous in.
Share your story. There are far too many people that relate to what you have to say.
Say yes to things that scare you. Like taking photos and putting this content on social media. Support the women that want to create a blog and a podcast by sharing a portion of your story. So that maybe your actions and their actions will inspire someone else. Admit your big dreams to your friends.
And above all else, stay in your lane darling, there are far better things down the road than what you’ve experienced. And I can guarantee, there is no reason to swerve.
*Remember I am not a doctor and am in no way qualified to treat, diagnose, or prescribe any information or advice on the choices you should make in your life. I am simply here to share what has worked for me in hope that it may work for others. If you are struggling to cope with anxiety, depression, OCD, or any other mental illness, seeking professional has been proven to be beneficial.