grief
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Heroin was the obvious lie. Perfectionism was the respectable one. Same mechanism. Different costume. One numbed the pain. The other anesthetized it with achievement, productivity, and praise. Both promised relief. Both demanded everything. The needle and the calendar were never enemies. They were accomplices. People like to call that growth. It isn’t. It’s substitution. Perfectionism…
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The pull toward “living authentically” is strong. People chase self discovery like it’s a sacrament. We’ve built a culture that runs from authority and breaks out in hives at the idea of submission, so authenticity stepped in as the last moral compass. It isn’t enough to tell the truth anymore. You’re expected to honor your…
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You don’t have to prove your worth. The Creator knit you together in the womb and delighted in your goodness. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Most of us hear that and nod politely, then go right back to living like it’s on us to earn our spot on the planet. Childhood trauma has a…
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For so long, my very own body felt like a ruined place. Desecrated. Not a temple but a tomb. I lived inside skin that felt haunted — a house where sickness pooled in the corners, where blackness spread across every wall. I did not trust it, did not belong to it, did not believe it…
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Each week we will answer an anonymous message received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. There are 60 million survivors of childhood sexual crimes. One in nine don’t report. The real number of victims is staggering but no one wants to talk about it. We will. If you need anonymous advice from Jesus’ girls coming through…
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There’s a lot of talk about forgiveness, and while I believe wholeheartedly in forgiveness, I’m hard-pressed to understand the ability to reconnect to the people that violated my innocence, my trust, and gave me no protection. The way I see it is that to extend my hand to my mother, my father, my brother, or…
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Somewhere along the road, we were told that to matter, we had to harden. That softness was weakness. That to succeed, we had to compete like men, speak like men, perform like men. And in many ways, the world rewarded us when we did. But something sacred was lost. Womanhood is not a costume to…
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What are you carrying in your hands today? Is it strife, injustice — unworthiness? It’s an interesting question. What we carry in our hands may be a direct result of what is happening in our hearts. If our hearts are confused and full of chaos, I suppose our life will show the fruits of that.…
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I grew up a woman with a father-shaped shadow draped over my shoulders, a weight I carried from room to room, year to year. My father was supposed to be my first shelter, a map to the world. Instead, he became my lesson in survival. I learned early that to make it, I’d have to…
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Let me tell you something about hope and keeping faith going—it’s not a one-time decision or a magical moment. It’s a relentless, everyday choice. I’ve learned this through my own journey of healing and rising above. And trust me, it’s a messy, beautiful ride. Optimism isn’t about ignoring the dark parts of our lives. It’s…