One universal truth

One universal truth I believe we all can agree on is love. Love is the foundation of life. Without it we wouldn’t be. It’s who we are and why we do everything we choose to do. Just love.


What’s Your Song Anthem?

Well, let’s see… The song that comes to my mind is “fight song” by Rachel Platten. Life is hard and challenging and just a struggle to get through each and every day. But this song reminds me that I can come off victorious. And by the way, my name, Nicholle, means victory. So I say just do it, let’s do this thing, let’s kick butt!!

My Alternative Lifestyle 

By wording the title that way, does it make me a lesbian? No. I’m actually one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Some may think that’s even weirder than being gay. I am happy to say I am entirely happy with my life. Did I choose it? Yes. Without a doubt, I chose the best life I believe I can ever live.

“But you still have a brain disorder, why not just use that as an excuse and do what you want?” some may argue. Even though I am limited mentally, there is no excuse for acting out against what I believe is the truth from the Bible.

Doing what I want means following the Bible’s standards. Doing what I want does not mean listening to the crowd as the world just drags me along. Doing what I want is doing what God wants. 
Peace out. Amen. 

30, Flirty, & Thriving

30. This is the age I dread most in my life. Not sure why: I’ve heard the expression ‘Thirty, Flirty, & Thriving’. Not so bad, right?

Not for me. I feel old. I don’t wanna be flirty but I do wanna thrive. Thirty means I’m an adult. Twenty’s gives me an excuse to still act stupid and childlike. I guess I want to be wise and grow into my old body. 

Thirty’s not so bad. Neither is 40 but I’ll let you know for sure in another 10 years. 

Treasures in Heaven 

My family is not used to being receivers. They don’t ask or even expect from others. We are all in a crisis in our individual lives yet, Jesus taught that there is more happiness in giving than receiving. Oh how true! 
Many have inquired how to help out my family during this difficult time (Nicholle’s bipolar manic episode). 
These are a few ways we’d appreciate your concern: hugs at the hall, a quick message to my mom & dad (they are exhausted) via a thoughtful call or text (we plan to print and keep these), stop by to meet our pig (he is very loving but nips so be cautious). 

Also pre-arrangements in the ministry with each of us, donating to the Kingdom Hall, and/or bring over and sharing in a meal with us (my three favorites) help tremendously!
Any small thing you share might be building up treasures in heaven–the unseen, everlasting kind. 

We would appreciate any gesture of your kindness and continued support. We will continue to show our support and gratitude for you, our loving brothers and sisters, by sending prayers for all of you!!! 

Thank you to all who have already reached out to Nicholle. Her FAMILY needs you all too. 

Love, & Aloha!!!

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Inside My Mind

Let me take you on a journey, a journey into my intricate manic-depressive mind. I have to admit that I experience more highs than lows. In my mind this is fun and exhilarating and preferable to the down days. Yet, most who know me would prefer the tranquil, subdued me over mania me. My fire is too hot and blazing for most people to take. I love too hard and I need too much and I yell too loud. Can I control it? Not really. Can the medicine tame the beast? Yes. So, alas, I give in, knowing meds will be a norm for me as long as I live. It’s okay. I can take it. 

Accepting Responsibility

‘He did it.’ ‘She made me do it.’ How often do we hear those words time and again? I really need to start accepting responsibility for my own behavior and actions. I have noticed this for myself particularly a lot in the past few months. I made mistakes. I made up for them. And yet they may always be at the front of my mind reminding me not to repeat them. That’s what mistakes are for. Challenge accepted. I accept responsibility for what I do.