Myesha Chaney

I have literally lived through every single one of my worst fears. And guess what? I survived them all. Yes, I have a smile on my face. Yes, my thoughts are positive, peaceful, grounded. If you looked at my life from the outside right now, you would be thinking: what is going on? I cannot fully explain the freedom I feel. The peace of being untethered to everything. Of having no idea what…

Honest take. The hardest part of rebuilding is no longer replaying the highlight reel of the past. The good moments. The early years. The trips. The Christmas mornings. The version of life that worked, before it stopped working. Nobody warned me how often I would try to understand by replaying and rehearsing scenarios. The negative aspects justified the departure. The good parts made me wonder if…

I had planned to see a Balinese healer on the day of my wedding anniversary. For years my body had been accustomed to leaving the country on that date. Travel had become muscle memory. This time, I wanted the day to belong to me. When I arrived for the session, the healer asked me not to overexplain. He looked at me with quiet attentiveness and spoke in a way that felt less like instruction and…

I have been singing since I had memory. I sat there the other day and realized that I have gone from singing every single week to singing to myself in the shower. Part of me felt sad about it. The other part of me felt peace, because I trust that God does work all things together for our good. And in that moment, I realized that all is well. This journey of mine did not come without sacrifice,…

Honest take. Talking about the healing journey does not equal healing. I spent years talking about my healing journey on the internet. Early on, saying it out loud was the first step to becoming it. I was in the middle of it. Still terrified. Still performing. A lot of us are doing this. Talking about healing as a way of reaching for it. Talking is part of the work. And sometimes healing requires…

For most of my adult life, I was performing the spiritual identity everyone expected of me. I preached. I prayed. I fasted. I worshiped. I led. I stood on stages and spoke about faith and discipline and devotion. I helped other people find healing. None of it touched the place underneath. That is what unsettles me now. I learned how to be faithful without ever feeling free. It was not until I sat…

Honest take. Being single has been better to me than being married. I got married at 21. I became single at 40. And in between, the message I received from every direction was clear: marriage is the destination. Single is what you survive until you get there. I believed it. I worked for it. I built my whole life around it. Then I became single. And here is what surprised me. I sleep better. I…

R True story. I was about to get in the bath, on the phone with my mom and my older brother. We were laughing about who actually uses a washcloth in the tub and who does not. My brother said, “I was dealing with somebody who did not even use a washcloth.” And I said, “Wait. I do not use a washcloth in the bathtub.” Silence. My mom said: “You know I raised you better than that.” I tried to…

Anxiety about my future had taken me over. Who would I become? Where would I land? Was I making the right choice? My sister saw the condition I was in. She looked at me and said: “Myesha, I think you should consult.” I asked, “Consult with what?” Prayer and devotions no longer soothed me. Therapy felt too slow for the unbearable level of pain I was carrying. When she said, “A psychic,” it stopped…

I had spent most of my life believing that endurance was love. That staying was virtue. That my ability to absorb pain without complaint was evidence of spiritual maturity. But there comes a moment when the body reaches a truth the mind can no longer negotiate away. Once I saw it, compliance was no longer possible. I had reached a point where I thought: I am going to die if something does not…

I was not prepared to survive this kind of trauma publicly. The image of perfection had once protected me. When it cracked, it became a cage. Once the truth was known, there was nowhere left to hide. I was a pastoral leader. I loved the church. I loved the people. I loved what we had built. And still, my life was falling apart, and there was no one to rescue me. I had carried so many through…

For a long time, I felt like God had forgotten about me. I thought that because of the choice I made, my place and my role in His kingdom were forever shifted. And I was okay with going on a new journey if that was what He was calling me to. This season has proven that God does not forget. He has been up to something all along. I knew it in my heart. But what I saw with my own eyes, in my own…

I had built it from the ground up. The day-to-day design, operations, staffing, workflows, and revenue strategy were all stewarded by me. It was my entrepreneurial expression. I had no retirement. No stable financial safety net. Then one day, my role was terminated. This time it came in writing. I accepted it without argument. My body had recognized the ending before my thoughts could catch up. —…

I remember the day I decided. Standing in my house, I said it out loud. “No more.” I had been carrying the symbols of a life I had outgrown. Objects that had once told the world I was safe, successful, chosen, enough. They were suddenly quiet. Bags, jewelry, cars. The shorthand that speaks before you do. Those things had served me once. I do not shame the woman who needed them. She was…

For most of my life, I played not to lose. Every move I made was a small attempt to keep the other shoe from dropping. I anticipated. I hedged. I played small so the loss would not be too big. Now I am 43. And the game has changed. When you rebuild your life from the ground up, when you become the truest version of yourself, the stakes are different. The air is different. How you move is…

I had this same dream for two years. I was at a networking event, trying to be chosen. The whole time, the baby was in the car. I had left her there. I took off running. The exits disappeared. The paths twisted. I begged strangers for help. No one moved with urgency. By the time I found her, she was blue. Limp. Not breathing. I fell to my knees and begged God to let her live. When I told my…

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I hope I will never be afraid of doing anything again. Your presence has healed me. It has restored my hope in humanity. When everyone walked away. When people were told I was crazy. When I did not understand why the people I loved had stopped talking to me. I chose to grin and bear it. And then something came over me that said: share your truth, no matter what it…