I Can Truly Say I'm A Success

The beauty of life is we can always strive to become better, to do our best, whatever that may be. I didn’t realize how furious I was at the person until I started talking to him! By getting those emotions out, I was able to move forward without being weighed down and holding on to emotions that were not serving me to my highest good. I highly suggest you try it! I’m happy to say that I have kept my promise and have never hit myself again, even though there are times I am tempted. Recognizing the red flags has been incredibly important. That’s when I know it’s time to pull out the cornerstones and keystone I’ve developed. I’m consciously working on recognizing my personal successes, and not by the standards the world deems as signs of success. But the pressure, the need to be perfect in everything, was a false standard I had imposed on myself. I am still working on this every day. Now I can truly say I’m a success. I have a family who adores me and wants to be around me. I have a wonderful relationship with my Savior, and I am living my dream by creating lovely and healing music for others in my business. Music is such a big part of who I am, that the realization that I am successful in sharing my music, my talents, and my abilities with others who appreciate it, who are working on their own health and seeing results because of my work, sometimes seems too good to be true! By serving so many, I can further expand the much needed message of healing and motivating music and sound, like a ripple effect in a pond or lake.

Nobody's Fault

That ripple effect is spreading this message much faster than I can do by myself! I’m the creator of the music health coach brand, Health Sounds Music, and the host of The Health Sounds Revolution Podcast. Without having experienced the trials and struggles I have gone through, I wouldn’t be able to help and serve in this capacity. It’s my pleasure and honor to serve people from all around the world in so many and varied ways, by owning my true success! If I can be successful, even through my myriad failures, then there’s no doubt that you are successful too! You are a success, right now, just the way you are! I could almost feel the bruise forming where his thumb pressed into my muscle. It wasn’t the words that were hurting me. And frankly, it wasn’t even the thumbs. I could tell he was getting ready to hit something, and I just prayed that it wasn’t me. But I didn’t want him to punch the wall either. I wasn’t sure which would be worse. This was my mom’s house. How would I explain a hole in the wall? But wait, how would I explain a bruise on my face? It’s my college graduation party, I’ve brought my boyfriend home to meet my friends and family, and now he’s drunk and about to hit me. This is a new low, even for me. I wonder if my friends can hear us.

All Things Must Pass

I wonder if they’re going to come try to break us up. I wonder if I want them to. This is what I deserve. I put myself in this spot, in these hands that are violently shaking me. They say you’re likely to marry your father. Well, I’ve managed to walk right into the addiction cycle here. Try as I might, I just can’t escape this. I’ll be an addict or marry an addict or hey, maybe I’ll be killed by an addict if he doesn’t calm down soon! It wasn’t always this way. I used to have a chance. I wasn’t always such an epic failure. My name is Wendy, and this story starts in the small town of Woodland, about thirty minutes northwest of Sacramento. It’s where my mom was born and raised.

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Down

It’s where she still lives today. In so many ways it will always be my home base. I have a few great memories of my father. He was hilarious, and occasionally would read my little sister and me a bedtime story, and we would giggle. He would laugh until he started that hacking cough that made me wonder if he had something wrong with his lungs. I only remember reading it maybe a dozen times. I also have a few bad memories of my father. He was a severe alcoholic, and struggled with many forms of addiction. I remember sitting in the back seat of his silver van and it was dark outside. The car came to a stop, but I continued to stare out my window, unaware that a police officer had approached my dad’s window. We had to follow the police car back to the station. I’m not sure why, or what happened when I got there. I was afraid, though. I still can’t piece together what happened that night. My young life with my dad was filled with a lot of yelling, an exorbitant amount of drinking, and an occasional laugh. My family situation wasn’t great, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. That’s just what I knew. That’s what I thought marriage and a family were all about. Nothing too dramatic, nothing too crazy. Just another case of some closet daddy issues, but no one would have guessed that we were falling apart. I was so mad at my dad for hurting my mom and breaking up our family that I didn’t care if I ever saw him again. But I didn’t have to make that choice, because he didn’t make much of an effort to see us anyway. That was when I first learned what it felt like to have a parent not choose you. It was a very soft blow then, but it laid the groundwork for the blow that would later break me.