Helping Others

choosing love over fear

It took years to admit to myself. It took another year to say it out loud. It took another few months to make the appointment. But I knew it had to be done. The shame almost won, but my love for my family overcame. A month later I was sitting on a couch, in front of a stranger, who I would share every single thing I could remember about my life that would be of any significance (and, let’s be real, probably a lot that wasn’t of all that much significance…I have been known to verbally meander from time to time). I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to lay down or sit. What’s the etiquette here? I never expected to be here. Therapy? I literally had to imagine Jesus sitting beside me making me say what needed to be said. So, I did. I spoke all the words. I knew I needed to say everything in the first meeting so the wound could begin to heal. How long could one person live with an open wound? Perhaps their entire life? Some do, I suppose. But do they thrive? Or do they merely survive? Is that what we are meant for? With an open wound isn’t the pain so fresh that it makes joy nearly impossible? Bandaids weren’t meant to help forever. They eventually come off with enough pressure.

The abuse would begin as soon as my eyes would open. “I hate you!” “You are never going to be the mother you thought you’d be.” “It’s too hard to love you.” “You’re ruining everything.” “You’re going to lose it all.” “No one thinks about you.” “Maybe God never intended for you to be a mother?” “You have everything, but you don’t deserve it.” “Don’t you appreciate this gift?” “You can’t tell anyone…they’ll just think you’re crazy.” “If you do tell, you really will lose everything.” “What’s wrong with you?” “You aren’t good at anything.” The bully couldn’t be avoided. There was no running, hiding, fighting back. The bully was…me. Me…the one who has so much to be joyful for. Me…the one who is so insanely grateful. Me…the one who is all about love and being imperfect. Me…who knows she is loved. Me…with a great group of friends. Me…full of grace…for everyone else. My very own thoughts. Born out of pain. Hidden with brightly colored bandaids. Brought back to light with the pressure of becoming a new mom and feeling like a failure in all the things. I mourned the mother I thought I would be. I wasn’t good enough. I mourned the wife I thought I would be. I wasn’t good enough. I mourned the human I thought I would be. I wasn’t good enough. I mourned the photographer and business owner I thought I would be. I wasn’t good enough. I mourned the friend/daughter/sister I thought I would be. I wasn’t good enough. Lost. Without an identity. Afraid. Anxious. Depressed. Constant overwhelm. Feeling like an “other”…alone.

Sometimes I would share just a bit of my feelings and hear…“You’re JUST too hard on yourself.” “Well, I choose JOY.” “I focus on the positive side of life.” Gosh…why couldn’t I just CHOOSE joy? Why couldn’t I JUST be easier on myself? Why was I thinking so negatively? That’s not me. I’ve fought too much hardness and always knew I was better for it. I see the light…the positive…glass half full.

Postpartum depression during the first year of my baby’s life. Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from childhood trauma. Each became an answer. With each one, “Yes! That’s it! I understand!” Something I could read about. Something I could research and connect to. Something to make it all…tangible. Postpartum depression would’ve been obvious if I hadn’t been in so much denial. I had heard so many extreme cases and knew that wasn’t me. PTSD was even trickier. I hadn’t gone to war. I hadn’t been in a horrific car wreck. I hadn’t had anything violent happen to me. But, apparently, trauma doesn’t always look like this. And the things that would cause trauma to some doesn’t always cause it to others. Who knew? PTSD is a darkness that affects so many who don’t even realize it and doesn’t look the same for everyone. We all like to think we can push things down and just move on, but that’s, unfortunately, not how our bodies work. Push it down and it comes out in other ways. Addictions, overwhelm, yelling, anger, perfectionism, anxiety, depression. The darkness will overwhelm the light until it is brought to the surface and spoken and seen.

My first day sitting on that couch was nearly five years ago. I wish I could say that today I’m speaking to you from my scars…healed but different. I’m not quite there. Scabs? Maybe. It would explain the healing and then the falling that seems to be constant. But eventually scabs must become scars. I know they will. I have the tools. I have my battle armor. I have some answers. Isn’t half the war already won?

I’ve written this post a million times in my head, but I do not want to share it. I’m scared. I do not want to hit the publish button. In fact, I’ve sat on this post for days. My instincts tell me to bottle it up and make the outside pretty for everyone else. But I know that’s not what I’m meant for. I feel a pull to something different. How do we learn and grow without each other’s stories? How do we know we aren’t alone without someone else speaking it first? Here…in this space or behind my camera…my desire is to show you are loved and you belong. I think of the people I love deeply and know that I never want them to feel alone. Or to feel as if no one else feels the way they do. I am almost positive everyone has some kind of pain they are dealing with or have dealt with or will one day deal with. We can either let it fuel love or we can let it make us bitter and afraid. Today I choose love. I never want to choose fear. Always choose love.

So much love to each of you,


image by Stacey Woods Photography

image by Stacey Woods Photography

Fall Schedule Update | Priscilla Baierlein Photography {Central KY Child & Family Photographer}

With the sound of football in the distance, and the rush that has filled my house lately, it must be true...fall is just around the corner. It's hard to believe. It seems like just yesterday we were enjoying our family vacation (which I will blog about soon). It's funny, before I became a photographer, I only thought of things as they came. Sure I planned the big things...vacation, baby, etc. etc. But I didn't buy Christmas gifts until way after Thanksgiving. I didn't think about holiday plans until a couple weeks before. Now, I think of these things a full year in advance. Of course, I find myself up at 2 am because I am just now settling on my final location for October's mini sessions. There's something on my mind that I'm trying to find and I just can't put my finger on it. For now, we'll go with the tried and true locations that I love. Each of these show the best of fall in KY. Each are locations you can be comfortable at as a family. You can be yourselves. That's what a mini is suppose to be, just a quick glimpse into who you are. I want to stay true to my vision of capturing love...the every day beauty of it...of you. I think I struggled for a while when I first started offering minis. I was trying to fit something else into the time I had. Now, instead, I treat each mini as if it's a signature session. We relax and pretend there's not a limit. This is my goal for every mini. Some of you may remember that I mentioned changing my shooting schedule around to make time for my family and our crazy busy time of the year. I am still taking the same number of sessions, but they're going to be on different days of the week.

Booking for fall has officially began! See image below for details...

Summer Minis

Since summer is pretty much here, I may want to announce the locations of the minis, huh? There are still a few spots open for each. I don't have all the details for the back to school petite sessions for August because I am working on something special. Details to come soon. :)

Welcome 2013

Hi there! Happy 2013? Yes...I have not blogged since 2012! It was on purpose, but I have missed it. Truth be told, I've really missed blogging for a while. This silly ol blog hasn't been the same since I had a cute little thing named Steffen to take up all my extra time. Blogging isn't really an extra thing in my mind, but it always gets pushed to the bottom of the list. Somehow, I feel whole when I am writing on a regular basis. I'm not just talking about sharing sessions (although I do love that as well), I mean really sharing and writing about life. I have had so much I've wanted to say this past couple years, but the words really haven't been there. Before, I could write about infertility all day. I could share the deep pain I felt, my yearning to be a Momma, to feel that unconditional love of being a parent, to be blessed with this special gift and honor. Now, well, now my words just don't feel...whole. Somethings missing in them. I can't pin point why. If I'm being completely honest, it's felt like that with my sweet little business this past year. Sessions have been great. Everything's even ran pretty smoothly. But there's just been something that has made it feel like it's not fully pulled together...even down to the packaging. Now, for 2013. January has been my month to make all those little changes to the business that will start to pull those loose ends together. Every little area has some kind of change, but no big change that would make it look like a new business or brand. Some of these are things I've wanted to change for a while, others are things that took me 10 years a long time to reach a decision on. I never want to look at another piece of packaging inspiration as long as I live....maybe. I'm honestly still not finished with the changes. I don't know if I ever will be. I know I have big ideas. I know I want so much for this sweet little business, this blog, and, of course, my family. I want to give more...more heart...more of my God, my family, my friends, you, those who are in need, my house, and myself. I have this big picture in my head of who I want to be when I grow up ( hasn't happened yet). So, this year I pray for the ability to change the things that truly need to be changed and to accept the things that don't.

Right now, I want to thank you. Thank you for allowing me to do what I love. Thank you for giving me the honor of being a part of your lives. Thank you for listening to me ramble on here and in person. Thank you for the sweet gifts and the sweet snacks. Thank you for the laughs...the smiles...the tears of happiness...the moments of pure joy...and even the moments of pure frustration that occur from time to time. Because of you I am able to live out the dream of being home with my son more than I would otherwise. Because of you I have the opportunity to do good works in the world. You allow me to share my little gift that God has given. I see His work in each of you and I am honored to document it. Today I am super mushy, but I promise I will also bring back some of my humor to this little piece of the internet.'s a little wrap up of 2012. Pay extra special attention to the sessions towards the end that I didn't have a chance to blog. If you're having trouble viewing the slideshow, please click HERE.



Thank you again for everything. I love you and you WILL be hearing more from ME!

So much love,