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Hope Is Still Here
I used to be afraid of hope.Not because I didn’t want it… because I did.But because hope made me feel vulnerable.Hope meant believing that good things could happen again.And when your heart has been broken more times than you can count,Hope feels risky.Hope feels dangerous.Hope feels like a setup for more disappointment. So I stopped…
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Learning To Trust Again
Trust. It sounds simple, until you’ve had to rebuild it from the ground up. Because when people you loved broke your heart…When the ones who should’ve protected you didn’t…When words were used like weapons, and silence felt like betrayal…You start to wonder if anyone is really safe. And for a long time, I didn’t know…
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Learning To Love
For so long, I loved from survival. I loved from fear. From emptiness. From the desperate hope that if I gave enough, maybe someone would stay. Maybe I could finally earn what I never received as a child. I didn’t know it then, but I was loving people from a place of deep need, not…
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Still Becoming
I’m still healing. Still hurting.Still showing up every day with a heart that’s learning how to trust again.But something’s shifting.Something’s changing.And it’s not just in what I’m letting go of… it’s in who I’m becoming. Because I’ve spent so many years surviving, I forgot I was allowed to live. I forgot I was allowed to…
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I’m Still Here
I’m still in it. I haven’t arrived. The pages of my story are still being written, and some days, the ink smudges with tears. But God is still speaking. Jesus is still teaching. And therapy is still stretching me. What else am I learning? I’m learning that being honest isn’t the same as being bitter.…
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Sitting With Jesus
I’m in therapy.Not because I’m weak.Not because I don’t have faith.But because I’ve lived through things that require both prayer and processing.And right here, in the middle of the mess, in the middle of the remembering, in the middle of the healing… Jesus is teaching me. He’s teaching me how to breathe again.How to slow…
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Can This Be Love?
I used to think I understood love. I thought it looked like endurance. Like silence. Like shrinking myself to keep the peace. I thought love meant giving without boundaries, forgiving without process, staying even when it was breaking me. But therapy is helping me unlearn that. And Jesus, so gentle, so kind… is teaching me…
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Daring to Find Joy
Therapy is teaching me how to breathe again. How to come up for air after years of holding it in. It’s teaching me how to sit with the silence without fearing it. How to walk through memories without crumbling. And most surprising of all, it’s teaching me how to dare to find joy again. Because…
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Jesus and Therapy
Therapy has been a sacred classroom… one where Jesus sits with me, where I am gently unlearning the lies I believed and replacing them with truth. It’s where I’ve discovered that feeling isn’t failure. Jesus wept. He grieved. He felt sorrow so heavy that He sweat blood. And if the Son of God could feel…
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I Never Wanted Revenge
Psalm 147:3 — “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” I want to talk to the ones who’ve been quietly surviving. The ones who’ve been smiling in public but breaking in private. The ones who’ve carried pain that wasn’t just deep… it was denied. The ones who were hurt, dismissed, lied about, and…
The Narrow Way 