recovery
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Jeremiah says God already knows the plan. That line lands differently when your childhood was a demolition site…when trust was not a given but a gamble. When the adults meant to be load-bearing walls turned out to be paper props & you grew up sharp-eyed, feral with insight, suspicious of every promise. Hope sounds like…
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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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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 6th post as a nod to our readers. C-PTSD ~The Cost of Childhood Trauma I turned 56 this July (five years ago). My daughter bought me a book titled, The Complex PTDS…
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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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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…
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Let me tell you something about stories—they are the bones we bury, the ones we dig up, hoping the earth hasn’t gnawed them clean. When you come from a childhood where the wolves wore human faces, it is tempting to keep silent, to let the past rot beneath your skin. But silence is a cruel…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: What would life feel like uninhibited by pain? Brigadoon is a place that is idyllic, unaffected by time, or remote from reality. My Brigadoon is living a life hidden with God. I am tucked away in his kingdom – forever safe. I am not remote from reality but…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: Do you fear being alone? Abusive relationships in our childhood teach us that we have no personal space, no time to be alone that isn’t overseen by the abuser, and nothing that would make us believe we were an individual. Individual means single or separate.…