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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!
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- 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
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BECOMING THE HEALED, ADULT YOU: Day 1
Reflection: What Does It Mean to Belong? Romans 8:15: You are not a slave to fear; you are a child of God. For most of my life, I believed belonging […]
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RELEASING THE SHAME THAT WAS NEVER YOURS: Day 5
REFLECTION: Where do I still feel chained? John 8:36 “Whom the Son sets free is free indeed.” I still feel chained to my father in a way that scares me […]
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Raine, How You Became My Sunshine.
The Day After the News I knew what death was. That part wasn’t confusing. I knew people died. I knew bodies stopped working. I knew that when someone died, they […]
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I Learned How to Breathe Around the Hole You Left
Grief that never answered back, and the growth that came anyway December 15: today marks another year without my mom. She died in 2006, which means next year it’ll be […]
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✨️RELEASING THE SHAME THAT WAS NEVER YOURS🌻: DAY 4
Reflect: What is God restoring in me right now? 1 Peter 5:6–10 Part I: God Is Restoring My Body — The Place Where Trauma Lived First Before I ever had […]
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How Childhood Trauma Shows Up in Adult Relationships
Reflection: Where in my adult relationships am I still responding from an old wound instead of the present moment? Losing my mom didn’t just shape my grief — it shaped […]