#traumahealing
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There is a point in every long road where the body simply gives out. Not dramatically. Not with some noble collapse. It just wears down quietly, the way stone wears down under years of water. You keep moving because life demands it. Children still need feeding, the house still needs tending, the problems of the…
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Some of us once believed God arrived only with the sunlight after the storm, when the air smelled of renewal and the heart felt less bruised. We imagined Him as the bright answer, the triumphant conclusion, the moment when strength returned and our faces were once again suitable for the world. But His footsteps are…
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There is a longing in every soul for something deeper, something truer. Life batters us with wounds that run deeper than we dare to admit—broken relationships, unrealized dreams, and the quiet ache of feeling unseen. But here’s the beautiful truth: we were never meant to carry these burdens alone. Healing begins in the quiet places.…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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Parenting after surviving childhood abuse feels like steering a ship through a storm without a compass. You become both the protector and the frightened child, caught in the echoes of your past while trying to build a future for someone else. There’s no map for this kind of journey, no help from extended family to…
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For me it was a long way down the line, after years and years of healing work, of prayer, and of raging (in therapy and in prayer) at my abusers, that I was ready to open myself to the possibility of forgiveness. No amount of willed or false or hopeful forgiveness was going to fix…
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“Brilliant!” We all like to claim. What I’ve learned is that knowledge without wisdom is useless. Gathering information like squirrels gather nuts, we all run around trying to protect ourselves with it. Our stomachs are bloated with knowledge and our souls are sick from lack of rest. “Learn more about your pain, do more self-care,…
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I’m not here to write only about the part of my journey where I overcame everything and I now live fully victorious. If I wrote like that, I’d be lying. Does Nirvana really exist? I don’t think so. If it did, I don’t want it. I ordered Massaman Curry today. It was a dish my…
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Pain, mercy, abuse – it’s all born out of rejection. When my father was dying he and I had a six-hour conversation. We talked about a lot. I asked him who hadn’t seen his pain. I pushed the question again, saying, “Dad, was it your mother who didn’t see your pain?” He looked down at…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…