Come Join My Healing Community!
I grew up with trauma that didn’t end when childhood did. Abuse, chaos, addiction, grief… wounds that grow with you, shape you, sometimes try to swallow you whole. For years I wandered through survival mode like a ghost wearing my own face.
But now? I’m choosing healing. I want to share with you where I come from. I want to share my life and how I ended up where I am today. Because today, my life is beautiful.
If you are returning, welcome back! I am so happy to be healing with you!
If you are new to my page, please go to page 7 on the BLOG TAB. Start from the very first post, and just move up. I promise you won’t regret it
- Here, you’ll find bits of my journey:
- ✨ Spiritual Digging
- ✨ Christian Reflections
- ✨ Mental Health
- ✨Being a mom, while trying to fix yourself at the same time.
- ✨ Real, Raw, and Unfiltered path toward peace
Blog categories
Featured
-
A Fathers Wound Post 3:
REFLECTION: When Endurance Becomes Identity When you are raised in survival long enough, it stops being something you do and becomes something you are. You don’t just endure situations — […]
-
🌻A Fathers Wound Post 2: Raised in Survival
I wasn’t raised in safety. I was raised in survival. Survival isn’t loud at first. It doesn’t announce itself. It teaches you quietly. Your body stays tense even when nothing […]
-
The Father Wound: Day 1
The Day Fear Moved into My Body: Fear moved into my body before I had language for fear. My first memory of life is violence. I was about two years […]
-
January Series Intro: The Father Wound
There are stories I’ve carried my entire life that didn’t start as memories — they started as sensations. Fear living in my chest. Hyper-vigilance in my bones. The quiet understanding […]
-
BECOMING THE HEALED ADULT YOU: DAY 6
Philippians 4:7 Reflection: Where do I crave peace the most? I crave peace the most in the versions of me that never got it. The little girl who learned fear […]
-
🖤When Discipline Becomes Damage
There are some things a child never forgets—not because they choose to remember, but because their body does. Being slapped in the face is one of them. People call it […]