I won’t lie to you – I have had a rough 2.5 years. I have spiraled into a pit I thought I would never get out of. Yes, times could have been worse, and I am grateful it wasn’t. Terms like, ‘it could be worse’, in my opinion, cause a deeper spin into depression. When people would tell me, “It could be worse”, well that made me feel worse. Should I be in this deep of a depression because ‘it could have been worse’? That would spiral me even further into depression. But I would paste on a smile and present a semi-false persona to the world.
Yes, I know depression can be caused by a chemical imbalance. I had a close relationship with my medical team and we have tried all sorts of medicine, but the depression continued. You see, my depression was being caused by outside factors that affected me, and they went something like this (and in this order):
- Certain family members acting out and misbehaving, wreaking havoc in my life.
- Losing my dream job at Stennis due to a contract change. Fortunately, I was quickly hired by some awesome people, who I forever hold in my heart, but the travel time and pay could not sustain my household. I got a call from the new contractor at Stennis, was re-hired, but it just wasn’t the same. I was so thrilled to be back at Stennis, which is the most awesome place to work, but I still was depressed.
- I lost my beloved Frank the Faux Pug. I had him 16 years, and I was his person. His love was unconditional.
- The grief above all else, I lost my mother – the most stable, most remarkable person in my life, my biggest supporter.
In July 2017, I went to my first Avon RepFest. I had been an Independent Avon Rep for four years, but never did partake in this oh so awesome festivity. I had been working at growing my team, and my rewards paid off. Avon nested 40 representatives to my team! I titled upward, which means my team commission would be higher. I was overjoyed and ready to work my business. Between my first generation and second generation, G’Money Avon Team was 100 people strong. I came home from RepFest pumped and ready to grow, grow, grow. But I returned home to the same conditions from before my trip, and the depression set in again.
In September 2017, I received a call from a fabulous company in Memphis. I had interviewed with them when I was losing my job at Stennis the previous year, but to no avail. My daughter and her family were living up that way. I had given all my time to helping my son raise my two oldest grands, I figured I could be near my daughter and get to help her with my baby grands. I did not get any offers in 2017, but God knew I had to be near my Mom when we lost her. Fast forward a year and I received an offer I could not refuse. I would have to leave my beloved Spooky Hollow of Southern MS, but something had to give.
During this time of move prep, Hubby had an accident, totaled his truck and broke his neck. This certainly put things in perspective for him while reflecting on the fact he could have lost his life.
I pack up my bags and head six hours north, by myself, to settle in. Hubby had to stay home due to medical conditions and the fact I would be living with my daughter’s family. There really was no more room at the inn, but they lovingly made room for me. The depression was trying to lift. I love my new job and I love my co-workers. Could this finally be a replacement for the job I loved so much at Stennis? Why yes, yes it could be. During the three months I temporarily lived with my daughter, I had so much fun with my two baby grands, and another was on the way! Those babies really got to know me, and this was an answered prayer.
On December 1, I think I was in a meeting, or working on a project with my boss. When I return to my desk, I have many texts, phone calls and messages from Son and Hubby. I thought what now. I figured they were being Drama Queens over something. This turned out to be a true emergency. My husband had a stroke and was in the hospital.
Despite the car wreck and stroke, Hubby is functioning better than the doctors thought he would. Life goes on. There was still that nagging depression in my head. I was homesick. I missed my three acres of fun at Spooky Hollow Southern MS. Several years back, the Family Unit (which consisted of me, Hubby, Son and two grands) was in transition. We just moved back from Gulfport, and undecided where to live. Son had a friend selling a place. We drove out to look at it. I said no way in heck was I moving there. God has a sense of humor. A month later, my husband lost his job and that spooky looking place was the only place I could afford for all of us on my salary. I could have crawled in a hole and died. My grandkids were depending on me, and this was all I had to offer. For me, that turned out to be the biggest blessing. Those on my FB page know all the antics we experienced. We had so much fun on this piece of property, raising the grands. I had such high hopes of turning this into a productive, and income earning, homestead. That never happened. By moving, I was finally giving up on that dream, and that hurt – hurt to the core.
My son talked about moving up by me, starting a new life. While that wouldn’t be ideal with all of us living under one roof again, I was thrilled at the thought of being near my two oldest grands once more. I rented a house in a great school district, and figured we would be cramped for a bit until my son got on is feet. Two events occurred that sent me spiraling downward again. My son decided to stay south, and there was a possibility my daughter and family were going to be moving back home. While happy for everyone to be getting on with their lives, I felt my world was really tumbling downward. I drove home for an all too short Christmas Holiday visit. This was the worst Christmas of my life, my first Christmas without my Momma. The two oldest grands were with their Mom, so it was just me, Hubby and Son. I left early Christmas morning to drive back north, alone. I cried the whole way home. I stopped crying long enough to buy boiled peanuts from a street vendor. That was my Christmas meal – peanuts and Pepsi. I was utterly miserable and depressed.
Time goes on. My daughter gives birth to the most spectacular baby. I was so glad to be living near them this time. The other two births consisted of a mad dash for me and Hubby headed north. But shortly after, daughter and family move back south, taking my three baby grands with them. Hubby had to head back down for an extended stay for doctor visits. I was truly alone. I have been surrounded by people for many years, and now I was utterly alone. I had not seen my sister or stepdad face to face in quite some time either.
If it weren’t for four things in my life, I would have gone totally mad. I have my faith. I have my family. I have my job. And I have the greatest Avon upline (the person that recruited me) that ever existed. Karen stuck with me through this depression like she was blood family. I would have given up on me long ago had I been her. Karen’s mission in life is to empower women. She is achieving that goal and living the life! I kept looking at her and thinking I want to be like her. I was letting my team down. It had dwindled from 100 to 60 reps. If I didn’t snap out of this, I was going to lose everything I worked so hard for. The wheels were greased and starting to turn in my head. I am in the process of reconnecting with my team, and growing my numbers. Karen is with me every step of this way, encouraging me and having faith in me.
I was given an opportunity to return home, but I chose to pass that up for now. God put me here for a reason, and I need to sit still (something I am not good at) and listen to what He is whispering in my ear. I have a most wonderful job and co-workers. After losing my beloved job at Stennis, I know how important it is to the psyche to work somewhere you love. I know I can coast into retirement with this company.
And after retirement from Corporate America waits my Avon business and team. I am building my business to be my retirement. Avon isn’t work. Avon is fun! During the height of my depression, between August 2017 and May 2018, I almost quit Avon. I disconnected myself from my team and my Avon sisters. That was the worst thing to do. This group is so much fun and focused. I love these ladies and they love me. I reconnected in June 2018 with our group and was uplifted and excited, waiting for the next RepFest.
In July 2018, I went to Columbus, OH for my second Avon RepFest and brought Hubby along. He caught the Avon bug. Hubby wants to do everything he can to help me grow. He saw how much money I was leaving on the table by not excelling at what is readily handed to me, if we work for it. I was able to walk across the RepFest stage with 200 other reps who had titled up to Bronze Leader since the last RepFest. This was the most awesome feeling in the world. I had tears in my eyes crossing that stage, especially thinking about what I almost gave up. I was able to participate in a milestone breakfast, along with two members of my team. We have all been with Avon for five years now.
As the history books say, WWII broke the back of the Great Depression. Well Avon broke the back of the Great Gretchen Depression.
I had to give up my dream of living on a productive homestead, due to health issues and just simply getting older, and the family not putting its all into it. I never have to give up this dream of Avon being my retirement. I can work this business when I get home from my day job. I can work this business when I am traveling with my day job. I can even work this business from a hospital bed if that ever happens (oh Lord, please don’t let that happen).
Avon is a sisterhood (and brotherhood as the male presence grows in the representative ranks). I am encouraged, and I plan on encouraging others. Think you cannot make a living with Avon? Think again. Our top representative is a man. This man had $117,000 in sales in 2017. Come on ladies! We need to step up our game. We had a husband and wife team recognized for team sales of $13,000,000 in 2017. Yes, that is thirteen million. Can you imagine what their team commissions were? My little team of 60 people has sold $110,000 year to date. That was with me spiraling out of control and being a rotten leader. Can you imagine what can happen when I pour my heart and soul into this? Stay tuned and see what I report next year.
Do you need something new and exciting in your life right now? If so, please consider joining my G’Money Avon Team. We would love to have you. You can do this by going to:
- StartAvon.com and typing in ghegwood as the reference code.
- You can also simply browse my website, YourAvon.com/ghegwood.
- You can also see my Beauty Page on FB. @BeautyBuzzwithGretchen
I am not saying I won’t have anymore bouts with depression, because I know I will. But, God willing, I do not EVER plan to disconnect from Avon again. God blessed me with this opportunity and I am going to hang on to Him and my business for dear life. I have a plan. I am a person that needs a plan. I read my Bible more. I need to make quarterly trips back to New Orleans to see my sister, stepdad, his family (which IS my family also – they are wonderful), in-laws, out-laws…. Brief visits to New Orleans re-energize me. And guess what? Avon RepFest 2019 IS IN NEW ORLEANS. You can join us! I have a plan for diligently working my business. That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Stay tuned to see what happens during the rest of 2018! This is me. I am Avon.