this is my story….
Not all trauma’s are parallel…
For me, trauma didn't look like the stories you read about in books, or the ones played out on a big screen. I wasn't in an abusive relationship. I didn't go to war; I didn't experience the violation of child molestation or rape.
My parents got a divorce, that's it— but the outcome of such an experience, especially as a highly sensitive being reflects the same.
At first, I thought my struggles were invalid. I didn't believe they were worthy of discussion. I failed to consider the magnitude divorce has on a child in early childhood or the weight I would eventually carry into adulthood. But also, I didn’t understand what it meant to be highly sensitive. This benightedness led me down a reckless path that nearly ravished my life. I was anxious and empty- seeking validation in the worst of ways. I thought the world was against me, but most significantly, I thought God was against me.
So, I sought my own liberation. I partied, I played, I associated with the wrong crowds— I lost my identity.
I may not share the same experience with you or anyone else, but still, trauma ushered in a series of strife and shame. I felt an unbearable void. My marriage was failing, I worried about the well-being of my kids, and my soul ached in ways words fail to explain. But through prayer and a relentless dedication to rebuilding my life— I journeyed to better using f i v e steps. These are the steps I wish to share with Y O U !
Are you ready to arise?
“And your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt; you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; you shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to dwell in.” -Isaiah 58:12
Are you ready to arise?
The wilderness awaits