Many of you guys know, or maybe don’t know. Some of you are skeptical yet don’t want to say anything, and others truly don’t care, but I am a pretty open person when it comes to things that have helped shape me into who I am. I love answering questions and telling things how it is without sugarcoating or casting it off to the side as if nothing happened.
What I’m referring to is something not drastic, but an end to something long term.
6 months ago I made a decision that took a lot out of me to make, and honestly, I never really thought it would happen. But I had to.
Up until the day I decided to go with that decision, I had this huge wave of peace fall over me. Trust me, it was hard and took a lot of prayer considering my already planned “future”, but I knew it was for the best—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
Coming out of my almost 3 year relationship, I realized a lot about myself that I never saw while I was in it. Things in me that I never really wanted for myself.
In reality, that needed to change since I know I am my own independent person with the high standards I set for myself. As much as I tried making this relationship last, I would only be dragging myself and sucked dry of all the opportunities I could’ve taken, constantly seeing my own happiness being drained out of me.
Now, I am a firm believer of secondhand happiness and as much as I love seeing others or making others happy, I wasn’t fully replenishing my own happiness. And yes, I shouldn’t depend on others to make myself happy when they aren’t the source of true joy, but it all felt off balanced for me. Knowing how I am with careful planning and making things stable in my life, I felt stuck where I was.
With saying this, I am not trying to point the finger or make the other person sound bad and there’s absolutely NOTHING against the other person, I just felt like I wasn’t walking in the path I was destined to walk.
I truly appreciate and cherished the moments I had in that relationship. From the bottom of my heart, there was nothing that makes me regret what I did in those years. It was truly a beautiful time in my life, but when you strongly know that a person isn’t for you and that you’re both growing apart, you have to listen to yourself and take the risk no matter how painful it can be.
The only way for me to feel like I needed to set myself on the path I was meant to walk was to set myself free of being in the relationship. If I can explain it more metaphorically, I’d say I was a bird stuck in a cage when I knew I was meant to fly high above the heights.
It took a lot of courage for me, a lot of trust in my God to lead me to do what I needed to do, and a lot of faith in what’s to come that helped me make that decision at the end.
I can remember my mom telling me 6 months ago, “Emily, are you 100% sure of this?”
And I would respond with, “Yes, I’m ready for this.”
Since that day, I became the Emily I knew I was meant to be. It took a while for me to gather my senses again and start afresh, but I was determined, as I still am, to keep striving forward. In reality, it brought me exactly where I needed to be, revealing the exact characteristics I have always known about myself—independent, carefree, and relentless.
Now why am I telling you this?
Well, because this trip was the first trip that I’ve felt like I wasn’t attached to anyone or anything. It was a trip where I felt completely free of what’s been holding me back for so long. Even though this trip was a short one, it’s been the most calming and reassuring little getaway.
I have always wanted to visit the springs up north and as much as I have a fear of going to the deep open water due to traumatic experiences, I wanted to face that fear even if it meant for me to dive straight in. Literally.
On my trip to Jacksonville, there were two things I wanted to do: visit the springs and dolphin watch.
Heading over there, the forecast was terrible. Thunderstorms were constantly on the radar and it always looked as if I’d have to stay in the whole time. On the drive up there, and seeing the clouds change from white to gray, I felt myself doubt I’d even enjoy my time up north since it looked as if it would be downcast the whole time.
While listening to music and constantly looking at the sky, I was reminded of the reason why I wanted to make this trip happen and I didn’t want anything to downpour on my attitude towards this getaway.
I wanted to fully immerse myself with my surroundings and cherish these new memories I’d make with my family. Most importantly, I wanted to seclude myself and listen more closely to what God had to say to me.
On the route to Madison Blue Springs State Park, after the many stops for putting gas and eating at a cute breakfast spot, I began feeling a bit of a rush of adrenaline since I knew I’d be out in the open water. To kind of explain my fear a little bit more into detail, first of all, I can swim, BUT, once I feel like I have to tread water and know I’m no longer able to set my feet on a firm foundation, that’s when I begin to panic. This occurs because of two experiences that has happened to me.
First, I drowned long ago back in second grade when I went to Rapids Waterpark with my family. I was at an area called Alligator Alley where there were plastic alligators floating across the pool and monkey bars to reach the other end of the pool. All I can remember was me swinging on the monkey bars and accidentally missing a bar, causing me to slip on the plastic alligator. I found myself deep in the water, panicking, and a lifeguard had to come save me. It was such an embarrassing experience for me at the time because I didn’t know how to swim.
Until after that experience, I kind of taught myself how to swim and I enjoyed my days in the water.
Second, this experience happened 2 years ago actually. I went out to do a banana boat adventure with my mom and a friend where a jet ski would pull us through the ocean while we had to hang on to a banana boat. We had to wear life jackets, so I already felt safe. Surprisingly, my mom, who doesn’t know how to swim, felt excited doing this. We were given instructions on how to handle the boat with the twists and turns and I made sure my mom understood the rules in case we were to turnover. Of course, my mom had to be the one who overturned the boat, and again I was in the deep trying to find the surface. This time, I knew what I had to do, but I was more concerned over my mom’s safety that I began panicking for her. Since I couldn’t see anything due to my poor vision, I came up on the surface trying to look for my mom. I didn’t hear anything, so I tried looking underwater for her, only to realize she was several feet away from me. That little moment triggered what I felt when I first drowned. Whenever I would go in the deep parts of a pool or in the beach, I would quiver because I don’t have firm ground to stand on—which is what reassures me of being safe.