The Narrow Way

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted.

Honestly, I’ve just been quiet — sitting with a lot of things I didn’t have words for yet.

But lately, God’s been showing me that there’s healing in sharing.

So, for a while, I’m going to start posting about what I’m learning in therapy… and how God is meeting me there — right in the middle of the mess — and healing parts of me I thought were too broken to fix.

One of the hardest things to say out loud is this: I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD.

I’ve carried the symptoms for a while.

I wrestled with sharing it because there’s so much stigma, so many assumptions — and so much ridicule…

But trauma is complicated.

It changes the way your brain, your body, and your heart function.

And sometimes, it’s not the one big moment that breaks you — it’s the years of surviving what nobody else knew you were going through.

PTSD is waking up tired because you fought invisible battles all night.

It’s being triggered by things that make no sense to anyone else.

It’s smiling and saying, “I’m fine,” when you’re drowning.

It’s your body bracing for impact even on the best days.

But here’s what I’m learning in therapy — God is not afraid of my broken places.

He doesn’t flinch at the damage.

He doesn’t get tired of my panic or frustrated with my slow healing.

He sits with me in it.

He reminds me that He was there — even when it felt like no one else was.

And He keeps whispering, “You are not what happened to you. You are Mine.”

I don’t share this looking for sympathy.

I share it because maybe somebody else is out there wondering if their pain is too much, if their story is too messy, or if their faith isn’t strong enough because they’re still struggling.

You’re not weak.

You’re not failing.

You’re human.

And healing is holy work — but it takes time.

Therapy is teaching me how trauma wired my brain to expect the worst — but God is teaching me that I can expect goodness again.

I can breathe again.

I can heal.

One day, this part of the story will be the testimony — the proof that what tried to destroy me didn’t win.

For now, I’m walking it out — one step, one breath, and one prayer at a time.
And if you’re walking it too, just know — you’re not alone.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18