Author’s Note: I’ve written about faith that burns like fire. I’ve written truths that felt like prophecy in my bones. But on this day? My faith didn’t feel poetic. It felt tired. Heavy. Like trying to hold a conversation with God through a mouthful of water. This post isn’t me preaching. It’s me gasping. And… Continue reading God, I’m Drowning In Real Life – What Do You Mean “Come To Me”?
Tag: Trauma Recovery
The Curse And The Crown
They don’t tell you that having a sensitive soul can feel like bleeding quietly in a world that calls your wounds weakness. That it’s not just about feeling deeply—it’s about carrying pain that was never yours to begin with. It’s loving people who only knew how to take. It’s being the place everyone runs to… Continue reading The Curse And The Crown
If Compassion Hides Abuse Part 2 – Self Reflection
Deep thought… If Compassion Hides Abuse, Then What Does Connection Even Mean? She asked me why. Why I pull away from kindness. Why compassion makes me freeze. And I told her something I didn’t even know I knew until I said it out loud: “Because compassion hides abuse.” And now I can’t stop thinking about… Continue reading If Compassion Hides Abuse Part 2 – Self Reflection
When Compassion Feels Like a Threat
“You don’t respond well to compassion,” she said. And before I could think, before I could edit, I answered: “Because compassion hides abuse.” I didn’t even know I believed that. But the second the words left my mouth, they hit the air like they’d been waiting years to be spoken. It didn’t feel like clarity.… Continue reading When Compassion Feels Like a Threat
5 YEARS CLEAN!!!!!! A War Story With No Hero, Just a Mother Who Refused to Die
I don’t talk about this part of my story much. Maybe because the scars still burn. Maybe because it was so dark, I didn’t think I’d make it back to the light. Maybe because I still remember what it felt like to want to die more than I wanted to breathe— Not because I didn’t… Continue reading 5 YEARS CLEAN!!!!!! A War Story With No Hero, Just a Mother Who Refused to Die
Letter to my Daughter on her Baptism Day
My precious Abby Girl, You’ve always known Him. Before you could talk in full sentences. Before you ever heard a sermon or sat in a Sunday school chair. Before anyone could explain “Jesus loves you” — you were already smiling up at the ceiling, babbling to someone I couldn’t see. And I see it now.… Continue reading Letter to my Daughter on her Baptism Day
From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
One year ago, my youngest son was still in survival mode.Haunted by trauma. Shaped by silence. Wounds too deep for words. He didn’t trust easily. He struggled to connect. He had every reason to shut down. But he didn’t. In just one year…He’s risen. He’s excelling in advanced education classes. He’s made real friends. He’s… Continue reading From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
The Queen Of Control
You always hear about the abusers who raise their fists. The ones who leave bruises or scream in your face. But no one warns you about the ones who smile. The ones who speak softly — and still gut your soul. My ex-husband’s mother wasn’t just controlling. She was the control. She never raised her… Continue reading The Queen Of Control
When Everything Feels Too Much (But You Keep Going Anyway)
There are no perfect words for what this past 3 stretch of time has looked like. I’ve been quiet on here — not because I’ve had nothing to say, but because everything has been too loud to write through. CPS officially closed our case. Not because the fight is over, but because they deemed me… Continue reading When Everything Feels Too Much (But You Keep Going Anyway)
The Aftershock
Everyone thinks the fight ends when the judge signs the order.But no one talks about what comes next. No one talks about the night they walk into your home for the first time permanently — not with relief, but confusion.Not with celebration — but with trauma. People say, “At least they’re safe now.”But safe doesn’t… Continue reading The Aftershock
Letters From the Edge 