My life has always been intertwined with some type of creative realm. Growing up in a family of musicians, artists, and performers, it was inevitable for me to have that same calling. From 7-years-old to 16-years-old, my life was fully dedicated to dance. It was the only thing I knew, until it wasn’t. After tearing both my hamstrings and being in a car accident all within the span of two months, dance was something that I wasn’t sure I would ever get back. Being in high school and feeling the need to fit in, dance team provided me with that outlet and that feeling of being apart of something, but after being so injured, it was abruptly taken away from me. At this point I knew I was dealing with depression, but it was so faint and minuscule, I didn’t truly acknowledge it.
I needed to come up with a plan b for my future and became interested in the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising during my junior year. Thanks to the school being all over The Hills on MTV (#tbt), I decided to apply early and was accepted January of my junior year in high school. With this news I felt like I finally had purpose again, and maybe I would find a new passion that fulfilled me as much as dance did. After careful consideration, I chose my major and started my two year journey in Visual Communications, but three months in, I needed to take a three month medical leave of absence for a brutal bout of anxiety-induced depression. I re-evaluated my life choices outside of school, with the amazing help and support of my family, and decided to choose a path of self love and self discovery, which led to my real quest of world domination and bad assery.
So, my depression left as quickly as it came and I moved on. I kicked major ass in school, which I never, ever thought I would be able to say, I began dancing again, sometimes even professionally (haaayyy paycheck!), and I was happy. Six months after graduating and unemployment (college doesn’t guarantee shit!), I got a job but life always needs to remind you the good comes with the bad and my depression came back even harder a few months later. After almost ruining a lot of good in my life at that time, I sought out help a year later and finally started the trek towards treating myself with compassion, real honest-to-God love for myself, and forgiveness. I will never be perfect, but I finally learned after being judged my entire life that it is SO okay!
My career in retail design and visual merchandising wasn’t fulfilling me, so I got back into something I was interested in high school, just never had the balls to take seriously. Hello publishing! I began working for a local lifestyle magazine and found the enjoyment of writing again, which leads me here. The ChaCha Blog.
I think I win for the most nicknames one has ever had, but they all surrounded my most popular nickname “chacha” because Sasha is way too difficult to pronounce, clearly. Chacha, Chas (chaw-z), chach, etc. It only seemed correct to use it as the name of my blog!
My goal with this blog is to not only to provide inspiration, information, and some chuckles here and there, but to create a community of positivity and open communication. I wish blogs were as popular as they are now, back when I really needed it, so if this outlet can help someone at all, my goal will be complete. I hope you enjoy this journey with me and I so look forward to getting to know all of you!