PTSD
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The devil rarely tempts you with anything that looks like evil. That would make it too easy. He comes offering what seems manageable. Reasonable. A small permission you can live with. I know this because I took those permissions. My fall didn’t begin with addiction or self-harm. It began with the quiet decision to override…
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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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My husband recently had some issues with atrial fibrillation (AFib). AFib is an irregular and often rapid heart rhythm that occurs when the upper chambers of the heart (atria) beat out of coordination with the lower chambers (ventricles). It can lead to poor blood flow and increase the risk of complications. If left untreated, AFib…
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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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Moments of reflection — what better way to start a week. Chronic physical pain has been with me since I was a child. I have also lived with severe PTSD. A childhood wrought with murder, confusion, and constant physical, emotional and sexual abuse left its course surging through my veins. Chronic physical pain and PTSD…
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Deception is the oldest story in the book. It begins in a garden with a lie, and for many of us, it begins in childhood. That precious window of innocence—where we were meant to feel safe, cherished, and unshakably loved—is often where evil strikes first. The enemy is subtle. He slithers in with confusion, betrayal,…
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Wicked schemes like incest are born from pure evil. How does evil hide itself? Often veiled in a religious clock of denial. Oh, he was a righteous man. He knew the bible and went to church. What a great cover story! The man who took my virginity now gets to teach me about god. This…
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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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There’s a wound we carry — an ache buried so deep within us that it becomes part of the architecture of our soul. For those who’ve endured a traumatic childhood, that wound is more than a scar. It’s a shaping force, a silent architect that builds walls around our hearts, telling us that safety is…