Seasons of Doubt

I've wrote this blog and deleted what I said to articulate it better more times than I ever have on a blog post. For some reason or another, this is a hard one for me to post. I have, for whatever reason, become more afraid to say this out loud. I think if I'm honest with myself, it's because in all other blog posts, it's things that I've overcome or things that aren't staring me directly in the face. I can say "Hey look! You can overcome as well!" 

I watched a documentary called American Blogger, and if you haven't watched it, I'm going to link it up so that you can. One quote by one of the bloggers says "If we can't share our experiences and heart breaks, then really, what's the point in experiencing them." That sounds trite but deep down, human connection is so ingrained in us. We want someone to understand. So here goes: 

I have a lot of anxiety in seasons. 

And this might not be a triumph blog. I hope you'll still love me after what I'm about to share (which in and of itself is the very root of the anxiety- love and connection from others). I'm a success driven perfectionist that doesn't pay enough attention to detail that in turn causes a lot more anxiety because it's not the way I want it. If it's not the way that I want it, I convince myself that I just need to work hard and do more. If it's not the way that I want it, and people don't respond well, it feels very personal. Like...deep to my core personal. 

Ten years ago (wow hard to believe it's been that long), it manifested in an eating disorder/self image issues. I felt a little anxious about the way I looked so I did something about it. Y'all know me well enough to know I'll work super hard for anything, and that's what I did....a little too hard on accident. I've shared my story enough times for y'all to know that I've navigated my way through those anxieties. 

While in school, my anxieties manifested in the grades of course like any normal college/graduate/doctorate student. I was a little more neurotic than your typical college student but whatever. 

I came out of college and got "social media famous" to a degree. O la la. So enticing right? ;) It was and I was riding the high. LIFE WAS JUST WHERE I WANTED IT...FINALLY. I had arrived at the promise land. I was living in New York City. YES.ALLTHEYES.

Then, all of a sudden, another season hits out of left field. Comparison filled days start to plague me. Instagram becomes so competitive that it's no longer about sharing your life. It's about sharing your PERFECT photo that is perfectly curated to fit the theme of your perfect page. Your page is your art project and I'm about as creative as a frog I feel like. I'm more analytical. I can't draw. I don't do art.

Day after day after day convincing myself that no one cares but me and I know that's not the truth. But day after day merely opening the app started to give me anxiety. My picture isn't being liked. Every.single.time that I post I get tons of defollows. Please don't take this as complaining, and hear me out for the entire blog. They defollow and I think "Yep I was a runner when you followed...STILL A RUNNER. Uh!" 

Voices in my head: Katie, they do not matter. They are strangers on the internet. Your worth is in CHRIST. Your validity is not defined by defollows or likes. Your worth is so much MORE. The best girls are the ones that you have been able to connect with, coach and the rest can go. 

Devil on my shoulder: But, look at HER page. They like her. She's better at photography. Her times are faster. Her body is better and she shows it off more. Should I do that again? You have 66.4K and less likes than people with 20K. What is wrong with you? All the girls you used to be in line with are now huge youtube stars, moving to Los Angeles, and being the next big thing and you can't even hardly put one youtube together. You also were at 67.2K, but people literally see your face and can't stand it on their newsfeed so 800 people have defollowed for whatever reason. I'm writing this on Sunday and just for example, I posted the picture from the NYC half this morning and lost 79 followers. But you better not show that emotion. People want the last season, Katie. The happiest Katie on the planet, Katie. Don't lose her. Hold tight to her.

I know numbers shouldn't matter. BELIEVE ME. But, it comes with the territory and then no one is able to talk about it without seeming like a crazy lunatic narcissist.

Tanner: Maybe your heart bleeds too much, Katie. Maybe you aren't made for this. 

And sometimes I wonder if he's right. 

But then I renew my stamina and tell myself: JUST BE MORE. JUST DO MORE. JUST WORK HARDER. 

That's what it's all about right...just work harder, Katie. You can do this. You LOVED this with all of your heart. You.Love.This. Stop with your drama feelings.

Okay, loving it again. 

"But wait, now I can't spend time with my husband because I'm so busy. I haven't made us dinner in 3 weeks. Ah! Okay, I'll stop working and do that tonight. I've neglected all of my friends, but how do I do that and the ironman and work harder on this blog?" 

Oh look, an article of the top 100 running bloggers..... aw it has all of my favorite girls!!! 

Oh look another article of the best running and fitness bloggers .... and another ... and another .... Katie, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. You don't need your name on a list. This is so silly.

Oh look, a Runner's World Cover Search Contest! They do top 100 for the semi-finalist, and I'm top 10-15 in votes!! YAY! .... Results are in!! .... Wait, I didn't make it? Let me look again. Maybe I missed my name. I was top 15 in votes? Oh. No. I really just didn't make it. 


Please don't mistake these emotions as jealousy and that I'm not happy for all of my friends that get these things. I cannot tell you how genuinely happy it makes me when my friends get gigs. There is SO MUCH ROOM in this world for ALL of us. I truly believe that. 

But, anxiety kicks in and tells me it's a personal thing. It tells me that it's as if I'm walking through a department store in my newest, most favorite new outfit and there is a crowd of people. If they like me, they can come talk to me, but no one does. I walk all the way through the store, and not one person sees me. I had convinced myself that everyone didn't like me and that I'm totally just not relevant anymore.  #CRAZYBRIDGE #ISTEPPEDRIGHTOFF

Another form of anxiety kicks in where I beat myself up even more for feeling like a narcissist. I have been convicted OVER AND OVER again. The biggest issue became when it started to manifest in real life. I feel as if I can't text friends (not about this but about anything) because I'm "just a bother" and "they are busy and don't have time to talk to me." I have even had moments where I'm a big crowd of people (which I love) and I would get really anxious and feeling like I needed to get away asking Tanner if we could leave that place immediately. I stopped hosting get togethers at my house thinking no one really wanted to come, and feel distant from friendships. I have lost clients, and said things I wouldn't normally say online angering people and making people reach out, defriend me, and won't speak to me. I know you can't please everyone, but the hurt I feel from this is deep. I'm not blaming this on social media and I really don't want to sound like the sky is falling. I just know that my anxiety is real, and mine unfortunately manifests in the way that I make people feel or the way people feel about me. I'm a feel-sy person. We know this. ;)

I have quite literally felt like a 5 year old, so the only person that I have told is my husband and my best friend in Shelby, Rachel, to the extent that I have felt for 6 solid months. I have said the words, "I feel so stupid. Where is my happiness? I feel so dramatic" so much that my husband says I'm not allowed to say any of those sentences anymore. ha. I felt so alone that I even googled "social media pressure" as I felt so silly . I came across so many bloggers talking about this same thing and I instantly felt relief. I'm not crazy. How nice. ;) 

Last weekend, I kinda had a meltdown.

"I'm terrible at this now. I'm not relevant anymore. I cannot be all the things and all the people that I need to be and do this. I am not being a good wife to Tanner or a good friend or a good daughter or a good athlete. Guilt. Pressure. Guilt. Pressure. Anxiety." 

Enough was enough, and with a tear stained face, Tanner couldn't agree more. He just wants my happiness so badly. After this going on for about 6 months now, did I need to step away? I mean let's be real, I have a job offer from a consultant pharmacy offering me a full time position. They wanted me so bad on staff that they agreed to let me work one day per week. I am SO lucky and have the best opportunity if I want that. Should I just go full time as a pharmacist and let this season go? Would that even make me happier?

I spent a lot of time in prayer this week...alot. 

Lord, where do YOU want me? What is YOUR will for my life and not my own made up decisions?

Just be still. 


Well, I want you where you are. It's not time to walk away. It's time for you to change your attitude. It's time for you to smile again and know that you are so deeply cherished by me, and that's enough.

While, I'm not someone that has ever been one to really "hear" the Lord as I find that hard, the answer to me was and is very clear. It's not time to leave all of this. What I have to leave behind is all of this 13 year old emotion. I need to become the mature, hard working 27 year old that I am. I have always sought after the joy and worth from the Lord and my cup was overflowing for such a long season. It felt as if my cup had run dry. The Lord said NOPE. IT NEVER RUNS DRY. 

I LOVE to create blogs. I LOVE LOVE LOVE putting them together and posting images after the hard work comes together. I LOVE sharing my journey. I love working with clients and seeing their change both mentally and physically. I love coaching girls to running PR's. I love connecting with other runners, and getting amazing opportunities with amazing companies. I love collaborating with friends, and making fun recipes or showing lifestyle posts like decor and fashion. I actually really love posting on my lifestyle instagram @_katieamelia and making my focus not on fitness for once and showing another side of me. I love coming up with new ideas and forcing a creative space in my mind. That's what I want to show, and what I have been showing for so long.

I have to do my job well and with integrity. I have to put together well thought out blog posts because I want to be a good steward of the opportunities that I've had placed in front of me with 85,000 people reading them on a monthly basis. I have to NOT take it personally when someone decides I'm not their cup of tea. This is not a popularity contest. This is NOT high school, and I refuse to live it that way any longer. I want to create great images because I have found a love in photography not for the pressure of making the perfect instagram. I want to continue learning to make myself a better coach for that ONE client that I might already have. I love to share my LIFE and not just my fitness. I don't know why but it gives me joy, so I need to not be fearful to share ME and not just running/fitness related topics. 

I know that for those that may have been new to my blog/instagram in the past 6 months, you haven't even gotten a full picture of who I am. I even say that to my friend Rachel. I feel as if during our time being close as friends, I haven't even been myself. I've tried like REALLY hard to hide it though and not in efforts to be fake, but really just to get over it. 

I have went back and forth and back and forth about whether to even post this. I know that some readers will roll their eyes that this is SUCH a millennial first world problem to have, and I would agree, but that doesn't make it any less real to me. I'm also not saying that I have it all figured out, but I feel so much clarity moving forward. 

I also want to say that I TRULY DO NOT WANT this to be a fishing for compliments type post. Please. I know that so many of you support me, and have for years, and I have been very successful and I don't belittle ANY of that. I don't want to look ungrateful for what I do have. That's my biggest fear, and I'm so thankful for every opportunity, every company that has believed in thankful. I just had to get back to me. 

I know who I am and who's I am, and I hope that through the muddiness, y'all will know that my heart for all of you is huge and I appreciate SO much all of the love you always show me through all of my seasons. I'm also really sorry... I'm sorry this is even a thing. I'm sorry I haven't been myself. 

A website that is great for mental health topics is called Better help and here is a link to some blog posts that might be helpful for anyone struggling as well:





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