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There comes a moment in healing when looking back no longer helps you move forward. For a long time, I believed I had to revisit my childhood over and over again. I thought if I looked hard enough, reflected long enough, or understood it deeply enough, maybe I could finally make sense of the pain. Reflection has its place. It teaches us where we came from. It helps us recognize the patterns we…

What does support even mean? Is it a word we throw around because it sounds good? Or is it something we choose with our actions? I’ve been thinking about that today. It’s easy to smile. It’s easy to say, “I’m here for you.” It’s easy to applaud someone when everyone else is watching. But support isn’t found in words. It’s revealed in consistency. It’s revealed in the quiet moments when…

Somewhere along the way, we convinced ourselves that love was supposed to be complicated. That if it was real, it would hurt.That if it was passionate, it would be unpredictable.That if we had to fight for it, somehow it made it more valuable. But I don’t believe that anymore. I don’t think love was ever meant to be complicated. I think people are. Love doesn’t confuse us. Our wounds…

Still I Need God, Love Exists. Time has passed. Yet somehow, it still feels like yesterday. How is it that years can go by, but a heart can still be gathering pieces from a story that ended long ago? Some days I wonder if healing has an expiration date. If there comes a moment when you’re supposed to wake up and the memories no longer sting. But grief doesn’t seem to follow a calendar. It has…

God,I come to You with a heart that feels heavy and confused. Help me not to lose my softness because of disappointment, and help me not to lose my wisdom because of emotion. Give me discernment to see people clearly, not through hope alone or fear alone, but through truth and peace. Protect my heart from being taken advantage of, and strengthen my spirit so I can recognize what is aligned and…

There’s a certain kind of frustration that cuts deeper than anger. It’s what happens when your kindness gets mistaken for weakness. When your intention is genuine, but someone else decides to treat it like access instead of respect. I’ve been sitting with that feeling. It took me time to trust this person. Time to open up. Time to believe I was safe extending my energy, my support, my…

I think in this moment, I just need to let it go. Not the responsibilities.Not my children.Not my faith. But the idea. The idea that my family has to look a certain way to be approved. Approved by who? No one is even standing around watching. No one is grading me. Yet I’ve been holding myself to a picture that doesn’t match my reality. There are no Sunday dinners right now.There are no…

I’m not sad. I’m letting go. There’s a difference. For a long time, I’ve lived in what I call the “gray area.” A space that felt safe because it wasn’t fully broken, but it also wasn’t fully whole. It was familiar. Predictable. Comfortable in a way that dysfunction can be when you’ve lived in it long enough. But the gray area isn’t peaceful. It’s confusion disguised as comfort.It’s…

Do you know what it feels like to stand in a space that’s so full—yet so empty? To try to pour from a cup you want to be filled so badly, but all you feel is the echo of how empty it is. I do. I’m living there. It’s a strange kind of loneliness—the kind where you’re surrounded by people, noise, movement, conversation… and yet you feel completely unseen. Like you exist on the outside of life,…

Dear Woman, I see you. I see how often your strength is misunderstood as availability. How your resilience gets mistaken for permission. How people take from you freely, then question your worth once they’re done. I see how hard you work to keep your head above water—how you put one foot in front of the other while the world watches, judges, and offers opinions instead of help. I see how…

One of the things that frustrates me most—about some men, not all—is how easily they look down on the very women they once took from. They had no problem being present. No hesitation spending time. No resistance benefiting from her body, her energy, her kindness, her hope. But once they were finished—once they took what they wanted—they rewrote the story. Suddenly, she’s the problem.…

You know, you’re not the only one out here afraid to get hurt or be rejected. We all are — we just show it differently. Some people shut down, some run, and others pretend not to care. But I’m learning that if you want to truly know where you are in your journey, you have to do the things that make you uncomfortable. Healing will always require discomfort. Having tough conversations doesn’t…

For a moment, I really thought maybe it was me. The childhood trauma. The lack of genuine friends. The family that never showed up. The fragile self-esteem that made me second-guess my worth. It made sense that things ended — at least, that’s what I told myself. But when I look back now with clear eyes and a healed heart, I see the truth: it was always you. You saw my brokenness and tried…

Here I am—standing in the space of the unknown. Wanting more and more to trust God. Learning that letting go isn’t punishment—it’s peace. For so long, I believed healing meant fixing what was broken. But lately, I’m learning that healing is allowing God to touch the spaces I thought would be damaged forever. The wounds I thought defined me are now becoming the evidence of His grace. Letting…

In a moment’s notice, I realized something: fear has never truly been my problem. From birth to this very moment, I’ve faced challenge after challenge. And while my mind has tried to convince me that I was afraid, deep down, I never really was. Yes, the road has been uncomfortable. Yes, it’s been frustrating, painful, and at times exhausting. But even in the moments where life felt like it was…

There is something new stirring within me… release. Surrender sounds so simple when spoken, but to truly release—to unclench my hands and let go—that’s a whole different journey. I’ve been asking myself: Angry for what? Why am I holding on so tightly to something that’s draining me, stressing me, frustrating me? Am I just fighting because I want things to go my way? It feels like I’m plugging…

It’s been a little over six and a half years since life, as I knew it, unraveled. Back then, the ground beneath me cracked wide open—divorce, identity shifts, the painful process of letting go. I was a shell of a woman navigating survival, not necessarily life. And while time has continued to move forward, I sometimes wonder… have I truly been living, or have I just been existing? 2025: A Year…