Isolate the Issue

Sometimes the challenges in our lives need to be singled out and faced head-on. There are goals to set, attack, and conquer! That can be hard but exhilarating when we do it. Here are some examples of how to apply this mental high method for greater joy. Scroll down to read an excerpt from my memoir that explains this concept in greater detail. It’s always a pleasant surprise when the answer really is to stop thinking and start doing!

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After a whiny day (I’m talking about me) and giving the kids a lecture about how I needed them to give me some time to get things done because I was stressed out and behind on things, I closed my bedroom door, sat in bed, made a grumpy face, and realized something. The break I really needed was a mental break from all those things I’d been trying to get done. Sigh. So I said a prayer, asked my son to find the football, and spent 20 minutes throwing spirals back and forth with all the kids (and the dog 😂) and admiring the backyard treasures they had caught. I was reminded of late summer nights when I threw the football with my dad, caught crickets with my sisters (filling entire jars as we pulled the red wagon around the neighborhood) and played soccer with my mom, followed by a late family dinner. My own family did some of the same last night and it helped me. Sometimes what we think we need isn’t really what we need. ♥
Today, I did it. I got up early, even before this beautiful sunrise. I finally listened to that little divine voice inside me that said, “Get out of bed, Eva. Get up NOW.” I may have hit snooze once or twice, but unlike all the other days, weeks, and months recently, THIS time I stopped letting myself have, “Just 5 more minutes.” I got up, and you know what? Within a minute of rolling out of bed and walking out my bedroom door, I wasn’t even tired anymore. Even though I couldn’t fall asleep until past 1 A.M. last night and it was only 6 A.M. when I stumbled into my slippers. My God-given grit and faith won out. (That isn’t arrogant-I’m giving credit where credit is due.) What did I do without any distractions? I rewashed the laundry that’s been wet in the washer for the past two days. I got a small snack to settle my sensitive stomach. Then I sat down in the quiet of the morning and prayed, a long prayer, the kind I thought I didn’t have time for anymore. I guess when I get up early, I do have time. Next, I did something I always need but don’t always make time for. I listened to an inspirational message-Now Is The Time to Arise and Shine!-3 times (I’ve learned that hearing things on repeat helps me understand and retain it better) while I did some paperwork I’ve been meaning to get to for months. Months! And everything she spoke was just what I needed to hear. Then, I started working again on finishing the set up of my blog. And now I’m writing this. Soon I’ll switch the laundry and do some yoga or pilates to some John Legend until the kids or the hubby wake. And all of this was because I FINALLY stood up for myself. Literally. I feel more alive and hopeful than I have for a while, and not because I’ve been in a terrible place but because I’m on FIRE with a feeling that I’m doing what I’ve been created to do- take care of my home, take care of others, and take care of myself. Good morning, world! Say hello to a new, awakened Me. I’m grateful that with the encouragement of good friends yesterday, the grace of God (I totally prayed for help last night in getting up earlier) and with some stubborn persistence that I followed my own advice to Rise Up & S.M.I.L.E. ❤
If there’s anything I’ve learned in our 14 years of marriage, it’s to be grateful when my husband helps me. It’s not a sign of weakness. I don’t have to be offended that he cleans better than I do. I can be grateful about it. I can even be excited about it! I have a teacher who’s cute too.😉 Early in our marriage this wasn’t my attitude. But I learned to change it. Today I more easily accept help from him, other family members, friends, and strangers. If I want to accept help from the Savior or my Heavenly Father, I need to be able to accept help from anyone, even when it’s not when I want it or how I expect it. It might seem stressful, but the truth is receiving help is one of the best destressing, humble habits we can develop.❤ Accepting help has made my life more full, my heart more grateful, and my kitchen sink cleaner. What has it done for you?

My anxiety as a new mom was severe. Driving was the worst. My kids couldn’t stand being in a car seat, so much of the drive, my soundtrack was their shrill screaming, accompanied by rapid kicks into the back of my chair. I loved them, but I did not love their toddler drama. I would pull over, cry, probably scream some, and wait for them to stop. Then I would try to drive again and see how far I could go before I had to pull over again. That season is long over. Now when I get in my car, I get to see these smiles, visit with them, and just go where we need to go. There might be some bickering over what song we listen to, but no screaming or kicking anymore. 😉 For #stresslesssaturday I wanted to say that sometimes the stressors in our lives just take time to dissolve. “This too shall pass” is a timeless mantra because it’s true! It’s a relief to be in my mid-30’s now and have the perspective to see that. I wish I had realized it sooner! If something in life is driving you crazy, of course, do whatever you can to deal with it, but don’t forget the power of time. ❤
The kids wanted to make it look like Buddy the Elf visited.😂 We had a couple get-togethers which is totally a way to #lighttheworld since it’s hard to share your light if you’re not with people, in person or virtually. Connecting with our community friends helped us think outside ourselves during stressful times. Sam also used the time to practice his balance for ice-skating.🤣 
I want to make videos. Truly. That’s been my dream for years. I’ve wanted to make real, slice of life, beautiful music videos of everyday goodness in families. Kind of like Norman Rockwell paintings in a modern day, music video form. He said that he didn’t paint “the sordid and the ugly” but life as he would “like it to be.” And that “even if it wasn’t an ideal world, it should be so and painted only the ideal aspects of it… grandpas who played baseball with kids and boys who fished from logs and got up circuses in the backyard.” He said also, “I’ll never have enough time to paint all the pictures I’d like to.” This is me in my car a month ago sitting outside a WinCo with two laptops as I edited part of the video I posted last week during my kids’ playdate. It was a lot of work, but so satisfying! For the last couple weeks I shelved this dream of making videos to enjoy the end of school year festivities and get caught up on the accumulated house mess. But you know what? I got kinda depressed. Even though I was having fun with the activities, my soul was missing one of its purposes. I’ve learned that it’s never right to mentally shelf your purpose. Keep it close. Work it! Even if it’s just over and over in your mind while you fold laundry or stir the macaroni. Because in the last few weeks when I started telling myself, “It can’t happen now,” I lost the energy to do everything else. I still did it and was glad I was there, but with a lot less gusto because I need more than just that to charge my batteries. So don’t be afraid of wanting to paint more pictures than you’ll have time to paint in this life, or on my case (and my daughter’s) have more music video ideas than we can create in this life. Living with passion and falling short is much better than never living at all.

I’m taking an official vacay from social media for a couple weeks to get to know myself better. ❤️ We are on summer break (until we start our fun mini version of summer school) and while I won’t be soul searching in the Himalayas, I’ll be doing some meditation in my own way while I have time off from being “teacher”. Plus, my mind, soul, and body just need a reset.😄 I found this journal/planner the other week and was thrilled because it had feathers (which I love!), the perfect message, and it was in my $5 budget. We ARE meant to FLY, to lift up from whatever is bringing us down. God has amazing, awesome dreams for us! He sees more in us than we can imagine! I want to access the courage and love to see myself and others the way He does, regardless of my current personal reality, outside circumstances, or whatever else is feeling heavy. I’m thankful for trials that bring us face to face with our own humanity, that help us realize what we’ve been relying on and that we can do better!👊 For those curious, I know for sure that I don’t have IBS but the doctors don’t know what else is causing my pain, nausea or gut issues. More tests are coming. I’ve been brave and pushed through this year as I stuck with my regular activities, but I’m ready for a little season of focusing on just my family and me.🎈 Sometimes we stretch and grow by looking up and beyond ourselves, and sometimes we find ourselves by being still and looking deep within. Either way, I’m excited and humbled to learn what I’ll discover.💜
The letter I in my S.M.I.L.E. acronym for happiness stands for Isolate the Issue. Sometimes we’re feeling down because there are problems that need solving. When we single them out and focus on finding solutions, it’s easier to have JOY. For example, our van needs 2 new tires desperately 😬 and according to the mechanic we’re already driving on borrowed time.😱 I don’t have an extra couple hundred bucks, but I do have a book to sell, and thanks to my amazingly supportive friends and family I’m only 3 books away from reaching that 20 book goal so I can buy those tires for Vanna White!👊(That’s my white van’s nickname.😉) So please order today if you are interested in simple tips to help you feel happier starting NOW! (Fish faces for fun! 😂) 
I’ve been in denial all month that it’s fall, even though it’s my FAVORITE season, mostly because of how “behind” I’ve felt. Seriously! I’ve been holding back enjoying autumn because I’ve been feeling stuck in June. I’ve only shared about 10 of the 1000 pictures I took this summer, haven’t journaled about either of the boys birthdays, mine, or our wedding anniversary, have other summer goals I’m still only at the start of, am still getting all our homeschooling ducks in a row, and all while getting used to the changes my body has been going through the past year. I’m not really stressed. I’ve been chill and enjoying the moment, hence my being so behind. LOL I thought things were kind of back to normal but then I realized I haven’t decorated the front of the house in months, so I added that to my to-do list too: Find the bin with aaaaall the Fall decor. (Because that’s so important. Haha) Really though, I want to feeeel like life is back to normal, but the truth is I’m still catching up on all the projects I paused working on at the start of the year after my reconstruction. So this cute $3 sign was the solution. Yes, I could have let my front porch go like I have all year, but this compromise made me happy. The storage bin with more decorations can be found next year. This little sign is enough decor to make me feel happy when I walk up the front porch and think about how it’s September. My point to this long train of thought is if you can’t have everything your heart wants, find peace through faith. Trust God’s timing. Let your efforts be enough. Don’t compare. This is where I’m at, where my house is at, my goals are at, and where the year is at. If I long for more yesterdays to “catch up,” I will miss THIS gorgeous season. I don’t want that to happen. So, I’ll keep plugging along in this cooler weather, with pumpkin bread on the counter, and new books everywhere. In other words, Hello Fall. <3 

Here’s an excerpt from my memoir where I outline the happiness that can come from confronting our demons.

For me, Isolating the Issue has been about being completely honest with myself in three different ways. First, I need to recognize that sometimes my crying, yelling, and overreacting aren’t due to anything that’s currently happening. It’s because of an underlying issue. My emotional reaction could be related to what I’m dealing with at the moment. I might be yelling because of all the red lights I’m getting as I drive home or crying because I burned dinner again. But my extreme reaction could also mean I’m deeply hurting about something else entirely unrelated to the present issue. Since I haven’t dealt with it yet, the related feelings are building pressure, bubbling, and bursting up through the surface. Before I hurt anyone and create unnecessary collateral damage, I need to acknowledge the issue and deal with it.

I’ve touched on this before, but I’d like to use this chapter to walk through an example of how I do this, step by step. For example, maybe I’m discouraged while I’m paying the bills because money is tight. The problem I’m facing is that there’s not enough cash to pay the bills. If I hear my kids fighting and I explode at them, I need to recognize where my frustration is coming from. Of course, I don’t want them fighting. But I’m not really overwhelmed by their arguing. That’s just the last straw. The issue is the finances. That’s what prompted the frustration and yelling. This is just one example, but it shows how the reaction isn’t always related to what seemed to trigger it. There’s usually an underlying problem that needs to be addressed besides the ones we see. Recognizing this helps me separate my bigger problems from the little hiccups of life. Doing that allows me to find joy in what I still can, instead of thinking that everything is going wrong. Making a distinction between actual issues and just minor, everyday problems also helps me process and work toward resolving the larger issues that aren’t bringing me any joy yet.

Which brings me to the next step. Once you realize the deeper issues you’re struggling with, recognize what you can do about it. I’m not saying this part is easy but at least it involves action, and action means opportunity. Opportunity can be a great motivator to get us moving, involved, and hopeful again. For the example I used previously, I tried to be preventative. I made sure I didn’t regularly work on paying bills when my kids were awake and playing near me. If I did have to do so unexpectedly, I’d repeat in my mind, “It’s not their fault.” Or, “This too shall pass.” Or maybe, “We’re doing better than before.” I also apologized to them if I did get
overwhelmed and then became overly sensitive to their noise. I let them know they were not the reason I was being so emotional.

I also prayed for guidance in managing our finances. That was something I could do any day, any moment. I looked at job posts. I prayed about applying for them. I considered different schedules and babysitting options. I looked at our budget to see where we could cut expenses. I called companies to see if I could get our fees or interest rates lowered. We changed phone plans. We did more walking instead of driving. We downsized a vehicle. We cancelled memberships and subscriptions. We did everything we could to help minimize and solve the problem.

All these efforts helped toward resolving the issue and made me feel empowered. I wasn’t helpless! But sometimes, that isn’t enough. For example, in this case, it wasn’t. When I was the most depressed, we were also in our worst state financially. It kind of makes sense, doesn’t it? I had doctors telling me I needed to make time for myself, go out more, and do fun things.

However, most of this required money, so I felt even more discouraged about our situation. At the very minimum, I needed to pay the babysitter who would be watching my kids while I went to therapy or took a break. I couldn’t trade-sit because I didn’t have the emotional stability to watch other people’s kids in addition to my own. I also didn’t feel like I had the emotional stability to hold down a job in order to pay for the extra expenses. I wanted so badly to change my circumstances, but until my depression was better I didn’t see how I could work and help our family financially.

This was when I had to apply the third step of Isolate the Issue. I had to let go. I had to let go of the stress and anxiety for those things I couldn’t control. I had to let go and stop trying to force recovery. Yes, I could work each day on improving my mood and getting out of the deep dungeon of
depression. But I couldn’t make a complete, total recovery immediately. It would take some time to establish constant mental health again. I couldn’t rush the process of balancing chemical imbalances. I may only have a few highlights of happiness a day. I had to let go and accept that. Because of my health, I would not be working right away. For now, my efforts to pinch pennies and stretch our budget was the best I could do. I needed to believe those efforts were good enough and let go of my own unrealistic expectations.

They weren’t helping. My need to fix everything immediately was just making me feel more broken. Letting go meant letting go of the worry, stress, and fear. It meant accepting peace.


During the hardest months of suffering from PTSD, I realized I wasn’t only carrying my own burdens. I recognized I was trying to carry other people’s problems too, all by myself. The challenges my kids were going through, issues other family members were struggling with, and even the political unrest in my community were threatening my joy as I worried and wondered about things I had no control over. Stress affects all parts of us, inside and out. By carrying the pain of my own challenges and those of the people and world that surrounded me, I was being negatively affected mentally, emotionally, and physically. My shoulder and neck muscles felt like someone had wound a knob in my back, tightening them until I could barely move. Emotionally, I overreacted over the littlest things. I lacked energy or motivation to do the most basic tasks. I was not the person I was meant to be.


I was trying to be faithful, so why wasn’t I receiving the help I needed? Why was life getting harder? I often found myself thinking about Matthew 11:28–30:

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

What was wrong? Wasn’t I trying? Yes, in a way. I had prayed for help from God. I had said I wanted His comfort. But I wasn’t really accepting it. I was still thinking about my challenges most of the time. I was still dwelling on them and hoping things would change to be the way I wanted them. I wasn’t finding joy because I was having unrealistic expectations. So, I chose to turn to my Heavenly Father in a different way.

I continued to try to change what I could in my mind by learning more about PTSD and attending a support group for others in my situation. It was there that I heard someone give examples of visualizations they had used to help them fight their anxiety. It sounded foreign to me and kind of weird, but this person seemed a lot happier. Maybe imagining some specific, meaningful images could help me too. As I thought about the triggers I faced and the anxiety they gave me, I knew I had to let them go. The pain I felt from them was not going to disappear if I held onto memories. That was like trying to hold onto a wild animal without getting bitten—not likely. The reminders of trauma were so painful that I was even thinking of hurting myself again. I didn’t want to cut myself or end my life. I’d come so far from that dark place. However, I also didn’t want to keep feeling these attacks of dread. It was time for a change. I decided to explore solutions to this issue with a more open mind.

I told God I was letting go. I was giving this burden to Him to carry for me. It would be wonderful if He would heal it. I had prayed for healing from mental illness for years, but it still hadn’t come. At this point, a complete cure didn’t seem to be His will. I was accepting that, but I also knew I wasn’t meant to bear this burden of emotional anguish alone. I knew this weight could be made “light” with His help. I had tried sharing it but that wasn’t working. The hurt still felt immense and heavy. Now I was going to turn it over completely to Him. I was going to Isolate the Issue, and let it go. It wasn’t mine to deal with anymore. From then on, every time I saw something that brought back a painful memory I would visualize a giant boulder in that place instead. Then I would think the words, “It’s not my burden.” I wouldn’t allow myself to pick it up mentally. Even in my mind, those boulders were too heavy to lift! I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t carry that stress along with everything else I needed remember as a wife and mother. I wouldn’t keep looking at what triggered pain. I would just picture a rock there instead for the Lord to deal with and then walk away. He would always be strong enough to bear my burden, so I did not need to take it on. He WANTED to carry it for me. I just needed to let it go and let Him. The relief was amazing. I really didn’t have to worry about issues that weren’t mine to fix. If I didn’t let myself think about them and mentally pick up those boulders, I felt lighter and freer. It’s taken practice, but I still use this method to help me leave behind and move on from certain issues. Some are my own flaws or hang-ups. Some are other family members’ or friends’ problems. I’m a caring person, so when I learn that a loved one is struggling I want to do all I can to help them. My mind starts racing with ideas of how I can lift their burden. Sometimes though, I take on too much.

While I should definitely try to help others, the truth is I can’t do everything. I need the Lord’s help. So, I try to take a step back and keep things in perspective. I can pray for them. I can probably do some service for them by visiting them, taking a meal, or taking them out for some dessert and fun conversation. But my worrying doesn’t help them. My attempt to control what happens to them doesn’t help either. Often, it’s their burden to handle with the help of the Lord or theirs to lay at His feet. Either way, it’s not my problem to fix.

In my situation, I wanted to change the past. I wanted to go back and make it so the trauma had never happened. I had to let that expectation go. I also wanted to completely forget the memory of the pain. I had to let go of that desire too. Unless I had my brain wiped clean somehow, I was going to remember. That’s part of this human experience and making sure we learn from what we go through. However, the Lord is merciful and capable of anything, and now many of those painful memories have almost disappeared. They are rarely triggered. They are practically gone.

But it only happened on God’s timetable, once I stopped dwelling on the issues. I had to let go and say in my heart, “Let Thy will be done” (Matthew 6:10). Now I barely remember any of the trauma. The pain of it is dim. It feels like a random, unimportant tidbit in a history book that doesn’t define me and isn’t at all relevant to my current life. And, do you know what? That’s enough. I’m safe now. I don’t have intense panic attacks anymore. Once I recognized that that was enough healing, forgetting the pain even if I didn’t forget the event, then I found peace and joy again.

On the days when I saw triggers of my problems everywhere, all those boulders I thought I was meant to carry, I stopped thinking about them and gave them to God. Instead of focusing on them, festering, and getting frustrated, I used all my strength to turn away and leave those problems for His mighty power. I thought to myself, “It’s not my burden.” Then, I let it go. I filled my head with love and hope instead, through music, mantras, and good memories. It hasn’t been easy. I still work on being humbler and relying on God more. I work on it every day. I’ve found this is the only answer to some of life’s burdens. We can’t change it. We can’t fix it. We can only change how we look at it and then let God fix us.

Thinking, “It’s not my burden,” has helped me realize I can go on living a happy life even with a challenging past, because no matter how painful memories might be, I don’t have to carry that pain. Jesus Christ atoned for all the pains of the world. There are times we share the yoke and other times, I believe, when all he asks us to do is let him pull on that part of the journey. We’re still yoked with him, but he’s doing the heavy lifting. Again, my PTSD isn’t completely gone, but it’s faded. That is my miracle of healing. It wasn’t the miracle I prayed for, but it was the miracle I needed.


I can’t carry everyone’s burden, and it’s not my job to do so. I can’t even carry all of my own burdens, so why should I think I can carry everyone else’s? But I don’t need to. Through the support of God and the strength of Christ, I can carry all I need to and then step away from the rest. When I Isolate the Issue and let it go to the Lord, my burden really is made “light.” So, don’t be afraid to let go and make room for something better. Make room for goodness. Make room for peace. Make room for joy, forgiveness, and optimism. Once you do let go, you’ll find your mind, heart, and soul lighter. And that yoke, the yoke of joy, truly is light.