đ You Survived What Was Meant to Break You
There are parts of my story that still donât make sense.
Being four years old. Being taken. Being abandoned. Being moved from place to place, like I didnât belong anywhere.
Adopted twice. Hoping each time that this would finally be âhome.â Only to find more pain waiting behind closed doors.
People see the titles now. Author. Advocate. Speaker. But they donât always see the little girl who wondered why she wasnât wanted.
Trauma doesnât just disappear. It lingers in your nervous system. It whispers lies in quiet moments. It tries to convince you that what happened to you defines you.
For a long time, I believed that lie.
Until I realized something powerful:
I survived what was meant to break me.
Not because I was strong every day. Not because I never cried. Not because I had it all figured out.
But because God kept me.
Even when I didnât understand Him. Even when I questioned Him. Even when I felt forgotten.
There is something sacred about surviving. It means the story isnât over.
It means the trauma didnât win. It means the system didnât get the final word. It means abuse didnât get to decide my identity.
I am not what happened to me. I am who I chose to become after it.
And if youâre reading this wondering whether you can survive your story tooâ
You can.
You are still here. And that alone means something powerful.
Healing isnât instant. Faith isnât always loud. Strength doesnât always look strong.
Sometimes it looks like getting out of bed. Sometimes it looks like going to therapy. Sometimes it looks like crying and praying at the same time.
But youâre still here.
And that means God is not finished writing.
⨠From abandoned to authored. ⨠From trauma to testimony. ⨠From brokenness to becoming.
One page at a time.
Abandoned But Not Forgotten: âOne womanâs true story of being abducted as a child. To scouring the planet for her birth parents.â - Kindle e













