Arie Belle Blog

Check out my website for the full description of this project! http://www.ariannabellephotography.com/blog/2014/12/13/myhardestexperience-project Hey everyone! So after this week of work I decided I wanted to create a project in which people share the story of the hardest experience of their lives. My inspiration for this project was that this past week at work in Wilderness, we had a group of 9 girls, and we decided to run a group so the girls could get to know each other and relate to each other in a new way by sharing the hardest moment of their lives. The outcome was beautiful. As soon as the first story had been shared, they were all quiet, they were all engaged 100 percent in listening to each other, they cried with each other, they comforted each other. They got real, and they got vulnerable. And It made them all see that they aren't alone. It made me feel like I wasn't alone. Share you own story with the hashtag #myhardestexperience  You can record(film) y...

I am sitting here in the back yard of my grandparents house reflecting on my life on this beautiful October afternoon, just finished watching General Conference  and now I'm listening to all my hipster indie music while writing this blog post. Technically this blog post is a day late and I was planning on writing something yesterday but I got caught up in a bunch of things, like buying myself a pair of glasses and watching Conference and then hanging out with my best friend Madeleine and then we did a photoshoot (the photos will be posted very soon) and my glasses are super hipster and perfect for me. I'll attach a photo at the bottom of this post as well to show off my good looks. Now enough random chatter, lets get on to this blog post. 3 years is really not that long of a period of time in the long run. But my 3 years is also such a long time and so many things can happen in 3 years time. For example 3 years ago yesterday (10/4/11) something crazy happened in my life. Som...

On wordpress I reblogged an article about the evils of pornography and how looking at porn while you are married is indeed cheating, another article that was a response to the one I posted was from a therapist talking about shame and blame and addiction. I really enjoy what he has to say because it relates back to all addictions. It may be a response talking about porn addiction, but it can be taken on so many different levels. We all have struggles and things that we are working on in life, and most all of us have felt guilty and felt shame and blame our selves for things we can't really control which just makes our lives more difficult. Its a good read, and I really enjoyed it. In my profession as a marriage and family therapist, my experience has told me that insight isn’t worth a lick. In other words, if insight really changed us, America would not have the problems it faces. Every talk show in the country gives insight into every ache and pain we have, but does it really ch...

I can't help the feeling that I still get when I know I will see you, I can't stop the muscles in my stomach from tightening, or my hands from shaking and sweating, I can't help that I am scared, and never know what to expect. You left such a big mark on me, such a deep cut. and although it is scabbed over, if you pick it, it will still bleed. It may seem like I should be fully healed, but I'm not sure if I ever will be. I think I will always dream of you, sometimes good and sometimes bad. You are forever part of me, you shaped the way my life has turned out. I can't help from staring at you when I see you, I can't stop the memories of you're lips on my neck, I can't stop the voices in my head that will tell me that I miss you, I can't resist the urge to punch you. I can't make myself hate you and I never can. although it's been 2 years now, the thought of seeing you sends shivers down my spine. I can't help the tears from ...

That night I slept better then I had in weeks, For the first time in days I hadnt stayed up worrying, crying, and thinking about how bad everything was. That night I felt peacefulness in my soul, I felt at ease.  Six a.m. the following morning I awoke, I awoke to two strangers in my door way, and my parents hiding in the hall behind them. Someone said to get dressed quickly. I did as I was told, I was not afraid of them, even though you would be. There was an older man, and a mid-twenties girl The man was ex-military, either navy or marines  The girl was his daughter.  I guess "kidnapping" was a family business to them. The girl stayed in the room while I got dressed She told me not to bring anything important with me, I did anyways, I brought my engagement ring, the matching necklace, a journal and a pen.  and that was all I had as I walked out my front door never to re...

There is no chance No way at all That you can get me back We had a past But that's just it, its the Past I still care, I care too much But I've let you go there's no coming back. You put me through hell and back I have forgiven you, But I have not forgotten what you did to me You hurt me, I have yet to finish healing. You broke me, you tore me down. So why do I still care about you? Why do I still think about you? Why do you still haunt my dreams? Then all of a sudden you show up in my life again. For a just a moment, But you are there in front of me and you tell me all the mistakes you are making all the shit you've gotten yourself into But why would you tell me? Do you want me to save you? Like I tried, and tried before? Because your not a friend of mine, Your not part of me anymore. So don't try and weasel your way back in Because it is never happening again. We can never be friends We can never be together What we had is gone W...