"I stopped running from my story - and started writing it."

A reflection on therapy, unlearning survival, grieving the little girl I was, and discovering that God never left me on the floor. Therapy has been asking me to do something I’ve avoided my entire life: stay. Stay with my feelings. Stay with my body. Stay with me —without hiding behind an identity that feels safer to speak through. In one session, I caught myself referring to my experiences in the third person, like I always do. Creating distance. Protecting myself. And my th

Before You Read Some letters aren’t written from the finish line — they’re written in the middle, when the healing is half-formed, when you’re still afraid, when the past still pulls at you. These three letters were written from right here , in the tension between who I’ve been and who I’m becoming: — one to the version of me who still shrinks to survive, — one from God to the girl who keeps thinking she’s too broken to stand tall, — and one from the “becoming me” — the woman

When correction doesn’t sound gentle, but comes from love anyway Proverbs 27:6 — “Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.” Hebrews 12:11 — “No discipline seems pleasant at the time… but later it produces peace.” Galatians 6:1 —“ Restore one another in a spirit of gentleness.” The Lesson I Didn’t Want to Learn There are moments that change us... that don’t look holy while they’re happening. They don’t come in worship services, or altar c