What You Don’t Know…….1..2..3..4..5

Hello Hello Hello beautiful people !!! Let us all thank God for another day with our loved ones and family members!Since it is the my FAVORITE day of the week, today I decided to do something  random with this post! I decided to answer some tough questions, so you all can get to know me better, not only as a writer/author but as a person.

Question #1: What made you decide to start blogging?

   I really never thought about this question, until now. I have had a blog for a few years now, but I wasn’t as active as I am now. When I started blogging I decided to blog just to have a place to put my ideas, but as I started to understand more about writing, blogging and how things worked. Blogging began to give me my voice back, by allowing me to freely express myself and my gifts with others. Blogging has become a way for me to share my thoughts, struggles, journey, opinions, etc with others. Being able to share those things and just be myself and write what I believe God puts on my heart has given me my voice back, and has made blogging an enjoyable activity for me !

 Question #2: What’s one thing you would like to change about yourself? 

Wow, this question is hard. I would try to change so much, I mean we all have flaws who wouldn’t? But if I had to choose, I would like to change and become more patient in everyday life. Though this seems like a small thing. Patience helps in so many situations in life.

Question #3: What are you most afraid of?

The thing I am most afraid of is, losing the parts of myself I have found, to my mental illness and the lies the world tells me about who and what I’m supposed to be like.

Question #4: What was the best compliment you’ve received?

The best compliment I have received has to be the first time I heard a person tell me my book Words Are Art inspired them and really helped them see things in a new way. This melted my heart, and I was so grateful! I was grateful that one of my readers understood exactly what I was trying to do!

Question #5: What’s the title of the current chapter of your life?

Homework. No Quality Sleep. Peppermint & Acai Bowls.


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Inspire.Motivate.Love ~ Natasha Minier


Make A Difference .

Hello Hello Everyone & Happy Wednesday to you ! I want to take a moment & say thank you to all the individuals that have participated in my survey! Your feedback is very much appreciated and your voice & opinions MATTER !

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I can’t thank you all enough for the amazing & honest feedback I have been getting . I really want to improve and see how I can help those people that may need help. I ask all of you to just please take a moment today and say a prayer for me. Pray that God opens my heart more to connect with more people and to not be selfish in anything I do, but to do things out of love for him and for people. Pray that God works through me to help as many people as I can on this journey.

Lately with all the stress I have been experiencing, I have been questioning God and his plan and purpose for my life. I have found myself angry and feeling lost, because of recent symptoms i’ve been experiencing and mental health emergencies with friends. Though I feel as if I have been going through this for so long and there is no end in sight, I just want to say no matter what goes on I will use everything I have to give back and show love and do whatever I can to help others. Lately I have realized I have been so consumed with MY symptoms and MY issues, I have not been the Natasha I want to be. Loving despite everything, devoted to God in all I do. It is as if I have started to lose a piece of myself I believe I had found. The day I am able to accept life for what it is and stop fighting against myself is the day I will be able to love myself unconditionally.

Please today keep me and my family in your prayers and I will do the same for all of you! Again thank you for taking time to read my work! Please continue to give me your feedback so that I can continue to strive to make a difference in the lives of others, because at the end of the day the only thing that matter is Loving God & Loving People. So let’s work together to help make sure we are doing those things DAILY, through the rough days and the good days (:

Let’s not lose sight of the finish line just because it seems impossible to get there today, we will get there how and when God says it’s time. ~ Natasha M.

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Inspire. Motivate. Love ~ Natasha M.

Mental Health Awareness…

Hello beautiful people & Happy Saturday! How is your Saturday going ? Are you getting  a lot done ? Are you relaxing at the beach? Are you spending a day with family? Or are you binging on a show on Netflix you found? Whatever you are doing today, I hope this post finds you well. I would like to take a moment and give you some insight on what I am up to.

So,  I am currently working on a project involving something I am sure you all know at this point, I am passionate about….. Mental Health and Mental Illness.

I am so passionate about these things not only because of the stigma around it, and how uninformed I feel people are, but because I suffer from mental illness.

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Thank you all for the time you take to read my work, your love & support !

” To truly be myself is to be vulnerable. Everyone is going to have their own opinions of my condition and me sharing the fact I have been diagnosed and am receiving treatment for various mental illnesses. I have fought this battle for a while now. There have been many many times I felt alone and disconnected from my family and the world. I figured no one would understand my depression, my manias, my triggers,etc so I isolated and still do. This is just a part of my story and my journey that I want to share with others that may know someone who may be going through the same thing. Reach out to them, let them know they are not alone. Don’t judge, make jokes, or assume things you don’t know, stop judging people simply by what you see. We all have a story behind our smiles, and we are all just people. I am a person that wants to make a difference, I don’t care if it makes me look weak, fragile, or if people look down on me. I am tired of it, I am ready to take a stand and do something different, so people can become more informed about just how important mental health is, and how REAL AND DEVASTATING mental illness can be. If you are suffering in silence, please get help, you are not alone. I see you. I know your pain is real. ”

Inspire. Motivate. Love ~ Natasha M.


The Bracelet and The Unaccepted Words

You have to know that you are good enough and worth it. Once you master belief in yourself no one can steal that love from you. 

~ Alex Elle

I sat in class hearing different voices speak. I sit straight up in my chair, so I am not slouching and paying for it later on, when my back is hurting. As I sit straight up, keeping posture in mind, I look down at my black ripped jeans and my bright-colored pink shirt. I sigh. My attention quickly shifts, in the corner of my eye,I catch a glimpse of my silver Pandora bracelet hanging from my left arm. I turn the bracelet around so the charms are laying on my wrist where I can see them. Immediately, I look at the silver  heart charm and read it, you are so loved . I pay close attention to the letters and words, and read it again,whispering to myself, “you are so loved.” . On the charm, the word you has a heart where the letter o is, and some of the letters are written in cursive. It was like I was seeing these words on the charm for the first time.  I swallow. You see, this silver heart charm was the first charm I had on my bracelet. 5 months earlier, my parents bought me the charm for my birthday. These 4 words were the words I stared at the most, but it didn’t matter. No matter how hard I fought, no matter how much I read those words. I couldn’t believe them.

My mind denied the words over and over again. As much as I wanted to believe with every part of my mind, body, and soul, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to. Me loved? Oh that doesn’t matter, I thought. Voices outside my head began distracting me from my thoughts, I snapped back into the present, and continued to listen to the voices that filled the classroom. I looked around, grabbed my pink notebook off the wooden table, got out of my seat, and exited the room as quickly as my feet would move. I looked down the hallway searching for a place to sit and relax for a moment, and there it was. A black leather chair I could sit in,relax, and collect myself by further investigating my thoughts. I walked to the chair and sat down. I opened my pink notebook and began writing, trying to make sense of my previous thoughts.

Y❤u are so loved, I thought. But am I really, I asked myself ? Too bad for me, I didn’t have spare time to actually be sitting here wasting time doing what I love, dissecting my thoughts through writing. I  needed to be back in class. I took a deep breathe, got up, and began to walk back to the classroom. I looked down one last time and read the words, you are so loved. I continued to walk. I questioned myself further as I walked down the hallway, when will I believe ? I opened the classroom door, walked back to my seat, and began to let my thoughts wander on the words I couldn’t accept. My professor’s voice began to fill the room once again and class went on.

The words you are so loved, cause my mind to fill with thoughts of uncertainty. Why were these words so hard for me to accept? Why did this concept seem impossible for me to understand? The thought that someone actually loved me, seemed like it didn’t matter. I was convinced that loving others was most important, but what about others loving me? Or even more important what about me loving myself?  It is as if, I have built a wall with a door around my heart. I open the door to pour love out where and when I am able to. But the moment someone tries to give love back to me I close the door, and I close my heart. The thought of me never accepting those 4 words, haunts me.

I hope everyone is doing awesome this week ! I would love to hear about everyone’s week ? What fun things do you have planned for the weekend? I will be doing homework and hopefully more writing ! I’ve missed blogging ❤ !

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Inspire. Motivate. Love 

Natasha M.

Smile Today.

Hey beautiful Subscribers ! How is everyone? It seems like it’s been a long time since I last posted. The last two weeks have been a bit hectic between attending classes, homework, new friends, moving, getting settled, chapel services, adding/ dropping classes, etc things have been pretty busy for me. I am so thankful to be sitting down and taking some time to write.

Can’t forget to take that time to BREATHE and do some SELF-CARE. What kind of things have you done this week for self-care ? I am sure some of  you are probably thinking that, I talk A LOT about self-care. I talk A LOT about it because it is very important to me and it’s something that I want us all to remember to do. Also, talking about it in my blogs makes me hold myself more accountable and I hope it does the same for you or even more .

I don’t know about you but usually when I am faced with a new situation I am a little  nervous.

I sat there in the library, I stared around. I looked at books, I looked at my computer screen and lastly I looked at my reflection in the window. Wow, I thought to myself I need to get to work and rearrange my schedule. I logged onto the website and began searching through my class requirements, it took me a while but I ended up finding a class that matched what I was looking for. I added myself to the class successfully.

The next day arrived. I was nervous but excited to go to this class which happened to be a creative writing class. I got there early and I looked around and found my class. In the hallway beside my classroom there were students waiting. I began talking to them asking them if they were going into the class I was and I also asked their majors.

To my surprise, GUESS WHAT their majors were? drum roll please…… ENGLISH.

So I was not only in the right place for class, but I had met some English majors! Before I knew it, it was time to go into class. I not only got to write for this class but I also got to see my professor’s book cover for his upcoming book!

As class moved along, at some points I didn’t know what was going on, due to it being my first day. In spite of not knowing what was being talked about at some moments, this class session was one of the highlights of my week ! To get to do what I love, be taught how to improve, and to be able to explore writing in a different way, is exciting! I felt calm and content after class ended for the day, it’s as if that was where I was supposed to be all along. This feeling made me feel that despite everything I’ve been feeling lately everything was going to be fine. Maybe God wanted me in one place but it’s like I was going everywhere but where he wanted me.


My Journey With Writing :

My memory as a small child is in bits and pieces, I don’t remember exactly what age I wrote my first poem, song , or story. However, I do remember trying to write poems and songs at about age 11 or so.  During this time I didn’t realize how much writing would steal my heart. I grew up and continued to go through the motions and obstacles of life and writing was put on the back burner. Don’t get me wrong I wrote for class papers, projects, etc but free writing I don’t remember doing as high school moved along. It was pretty rare that I did. High school came and went and I graduated. Writing  didn’t come back into my life for good until, after I joined the military and it began to pull on my heart-strings. Writing became a way for me to express my true thoughts and feelings with words. At the time writing helped me to describe the pain I was in, dealing with anxiety and the death of a loved one. Writing became my go to and it freed my mind in ways that nothing else at the time could do. Writing became my comfort, it became a thing I could run to, where I could hide from the troubles of this life. My notebook was a place where I could be whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. As I have gotten older and been dealing with an illness for the last four years writing has become a part of me and who I am. I couldn’t imagine myself not writing. Writing has become my way to connect with and spread love to others. Writing has become the way I make sense of the world. Writing has become me.

The older I get the more I realize I enjoy creating things, it keeps my mind busy. Creating a to do list, creating a new writing, creating a new book idea, creating a new blog, creating a way to connect with people and spread love. Create, create, create. I have grown to enjoy and participate in different forms of art! (ex. acting, singing,painting). Do you have a certain type of art that you enjoy?

Thank you for reading and letting me share my journey with you !

“Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate.” – Jon Bon Jovi


Inspire. Motivate. Love ~ Natasha M.


Words Are Art: See The World Through My Eyes

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Behind The Wheel…

I’m sure I’ve heard the preacher say something about thinking back on all those times God got you through . Many times when we are going through hard times and dealing with difficult situations we are so busy worrying, we don’t acknowledge that God has brought us through things before, why wouldn’t he bring us through that thing we going through now?

 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matthew 6:27 NIV

The month was August, the year was 2011. I believe the day was the 21st and when I woke up that morning, I had no idea what was going to happen that night . I woke up and I remember heading to work and working for the majority of the day. (At the time I worked in the mall at Auntie Anne’s pretzel shop.)( Fun Fact: I am positive that to this day, I can still roll a pretzel ! )  After I got off,  I headed home to shower and after that I planned to go hang out with friends.

(Weeks leading up to this particular day I was experiencing extreme levels of sadness and hopelessness. I was feeling so down, I told someone I hoped something bad happened to me. I remember feeling numb to my life. About 3 months and 9 days prior to this, 2 weeks before I graduated high school I was sexually violated by a family friend. My mind was still trying to digest what happened and I was at a point where I wasn’t myself. My behavior had become reckless. I was doing things outside of my character & morals. I was slipping away from the world and at that point, I was okay with that. I wasn’t concerned about my well being or the emotional state I was in. )

Fast forward August 21, 2011: After showering and getting dressed, I got into my white Chevrolet Cavalier and headed to my friend’s apartment. Before I left the house I remember my mom said something like be careful Tasha and I probably replied like okay mom. It was dark outside when I headed out that night and (Random thought: I somewhat remember my outfit, I had on flip-flops, leggings, and my favorite black shirt with a butterfly on the front of it.)  I remember being exhausted but wanting to go hang out with my friends anyways. I stayed at my friend’s house a few hours, hanging out, talking, laughing, girl stuff, etc. This night out of all nights I am so thankful I didn’t have any alcohol to drink. For reasons I don’t remember, my friend hadn’t bought any alcohol. Who knew how much this would matter that night?

I believe I left a little after twelve am. I remember looking down at my clock in my car and it read 12:18 or 12:21 am, or maybe I had looked at it twice. I really can’t remember. While driving home I noticed something I believe now was odd, I saw a cop car pass . ( It was like a sign something was about to happen , it was weird.) After the cop car passed I kind of brushed it off and continued driving. I continued down the long dark road that led me back home. Next thing I remember is looking down and by the time I looked back up,  I felt my car going off the road. My first reaction was panic. Panic filled my body, so I almost immediately attempted to jerk the car back onto the road. But oh was it the wrong choice for me to try to take control of car and put it back “where I wanted it.”

(Pause: In a sense this is exactly what I had been doing with my life. My behavior had become reckless, I was smiling on the outside but angry on the inside. Because of this I attempted to take control of my life just like in that moment when I attempted to jerk the car back to where ” I wanted it.” I did what I wanted. I was acting out of character and I didn’t care about living. I had lost hope. So in that moment I attempted to control the car like I was attempting to control my life, which seemed to be spiraling down into unknown darkness.)

Exactly like my life had, the car took me to an unexpected place and within seconds of me attempting to put it back on the road, it began flipping. In those next moments all I thought to myself is goodbye family & friends, so I began saying goodbye to my family & friends in my mind. I thought I was probably going to die. All of a sudden the car landed. (Upside down from what I was told) I am not sure how many minutes or seconds went by after the car landed, but I opened my eyes the seat belt was holding me in place. I unbuckled it and began thinking to myself, I have to make it through this,  I have to live. I was in a daze but I found a way out through a busted window ( I think it was the back window.) I immediately ran as fast as I can to the street and attempted to flag down a car to help me. The first car I attempted to flag down for help continued driving even after I waved after them to stop. Then a truck came. The truck slowed and had male passengers on the back. I remember hearing one of males yell something like she’s bleeding . The passengers on the back of the truck hopped off and told me not to move, called the police and asked me for my parents number to call them also. (I am so thankful to God in heaven for the people that stopped and actually helped me. They didn’t think twice about helping me, they saw me, slowed down and hopped off the truck and began talking to me, calling the police & my parents.)

 I was in complete shock, all I could do was cry. ( I remember my mom telling me later that, when they called her all she remembered was hearing me crying in the background, and that was sign of relief because she knew I was alive.) After a few moments the police & paramedics arrived. I was put on a stretcher, little did I know I had a pretty deep laceration on my head . I was so shaken up and out of myself I don’t remember feeling the blood running down my face. After I was put in the ambulance there was a guy back there watching and talking to me. I remember feeling sleepy and he told me a few times, stay with him meaning stay awake. I remember him continuing to talk to me until we got to the hospital, once there I remember a lot of people standing and talking over me, and cutting my clothing. Next thing I remember they x-rayed me , and by that time my parents had arrived.

To make a long story short the doctors put skin glue on the laceration on my forehead, to close up the wound. Skin glue I guess, isn’t supposed to scar as bad as stitches. They also put dissolvable stitches on my right arm close to my elbow. (There was a deep wound there.) All the other wounds I had did not require stitches or special attention. I had glass in my hair and wounds in my scalp. I also had superficial cuts on my hands and my knee hurt, but was not broken. We stayed in the emergency room for hours. I’m positive it was 5 am or later on the 22nd when they finally released me from the hospital.

Over the next few weeks, my face became swollen and for a week or two my mom couldn’t even comb or brush my hair fully. There were scabs and glass still in my scalp/hair. I felt horrible but I was in shock that I had even made it out alive . The day after the accident we went to the junkyard/scrapyard and tried to see if any of my stuff was left in the car. To my horror the below pictures shows what I saw.


Talk about speechless, no words could describe how I felt the moment I laid eyes on my car after the accident. I was shocked. How did I get out of this car alive?  I mean why did I walk away from this accident with only injuries that would heal ? I didn’t know what to think at this point . This accident is something I don’t really talk about unless people ask about the scars on my face, but I felt it was something necessary to tell. I am alive because God kept me and my purpose hadn’t been fulfilled at that time. To this day looking back on it, I still can’t believe I made it out alive of that car in the pictures above. 

My point is a lot of times in our lives we are going through things. Just as I attempted to grab the wheel of the car that night and put it back on the road where I wanted it in that moment , we try to control our lives in different ways. Instead of trusting in God, we trust in ourselves. We don’t realize that God has a plan for each of our lives, and he had a plan for mine that night.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why I didn’t die that night, but I think maybe because that wasn’t in God’s plan at that time. He still has more for me to do while I’m here. So I’ll make the best of it, by learning to love God with everything I am and everything I have, I will learn to love myself and those around me better everyday, and you should too.  Love God & Love People.

* I want to take a moment and apologize to my subscribers about this post getting sent out in an unedited/incomplete form, please keep in mind I’m only human. Also blogging just like all things in life takes work, editing, re-editing, etc. This is my passion & I love putting out work I am proud of for others & for myself. Thanks for your patience, I am sorry about that! ❤️ *

Thanks for reading & Happy Monday !

Inspire, Motivate, Love ~ Natasha M. 🌻