My name is Stephanie Campbell, and I’m a storyteller.
I am 32 years old and I live in North Carolina with my husband Brian, our son Shepherd, my cat Picasso, and our brood of chickens.
I started Campbell ReWritten in July 2019 because I needed a creative outlet. I used to really enjoy art, ceramics, writing… but over the years, I went on career paths that didn’t allow those interests to really blossom. This blog serves as a ‘Me documentary’ – a place to pen down my crazy life experiences, thoughts, and feelings… A public diary. There is no literary ‘finesse’ here. If it hasn’t already, it will become apparent that I am not a literary major. Lol. I write in the same manner I speak.
I have an Associate of Arts and originally planned to major in psychology, but ended up stopping there. It was God’s plan for me. I am an anxiety survivor and am an advocate of therapy.
I’m a bit on the shorter side. Carbs are my favorite thing. I’m in love with wearing anything Tj-Maxx, eating Chick-fila, listening to allllllllllll kinds of music, learning history, organizing, and anything cats. I also have a deep passion for caring for the dead and preserving their life stories. This ‘calling’ developed in 2012 and I’ve not been the same person since. This may seem like a strange passion to have, but it is a very real one. One of my favorite hobbies is going on findagrave.com and going to cemeteries to learn about people. It reminds me of my own mortality and what’s really important in life – something a lot of people would shun away from. I am strongly for the ‘death positive’ movement. I am also very into genealogy and vital records.
I have a conservative worldview and I became a Christian on the night of June 24th, 2004.
Some positions I have held: Funeral Home Office Manager, Switchboard Operator & Mail-Searcher for Dept. of Corrections, Caseworker for the Department of Social Services, & a Data Manager in my local School System.
My pet peeves are: Going to the petite section at Belk and seeing nothing but clothing for 90 year old’s (Alfred Dunner); completely able-bodied people accepting government assistance; & people that hate Christians yet celebrate Christmas with their families.
Things that make me happy: My son’s smile, driving home from work with a pretty sunset and good music, taking walks in nature, travel, makeup, good hair days, time with family, meaningful discussions, & clean & organized spaces (both at home and work).
For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
(1 Corinthians 15:21-22)
Maybe you will read something here that makes you feel more connected and less alone… (less crazy too!) Maybe you will read something that inspires, encourages, and instills something new within you. You might even cry. Anything can happen, and I am so glad you are here. My life is so crazy sometimes, I just have to share it with the world. Welcome to Campbell ReWritten.
“The other day, I was hangin’ with a friend. This friend calls herself a Christian, but doesn’t always act like it. Some days she’s on fire for the LORD, some days life’s struggles seem to get the best of her. So, as our eyes met, I really wanted to say something about it to her, but decided to just let the LORD speak to her heart, knowing nothing I could say could ever possibly have the impact that the LORD making Himself real in her heart would make. So I prayed with her, and finally, after some time, I winked… and, walked away from the mirror. Thank you Lord for loving me.” (author unknown)