Grace Through Healing

Tag: love

  • I’m Stepping Forward. Not Back.

    Embracing My Past, Stepping Into My Future

    Last night, I had a dream—one so vivid it felt real, yet it made no sense at first. But as the day went on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just a dream—it was a memory. A memory from my past that I had long forgotten… or maybe buried.

    Over 20 years ago, I was told I had PTSD. Back then, I didn’t believe it. But now, I realize the truth—our past never truly disappears; it becomes a part of us. Some say their past made them stronger, that they had to prove they were better and stronger than what once tried to break them. I understand that now.

    I believe I’ve reclaimed 85% of my memories, but that last 15% will be the hardest. Still, I know I will remember, and more importantly, I will accept it. Because only by accepting my past can I fully embrace the purpose God has given me—to understand, to be there for others, and to help those who need it.

    For a long time, I stayed away from the world, only going out when necessary. But I want people to know—I love the new me. I am stepping forward, not just for myself but for those who need to hear this: You are stronger than your past. You are not alone.

    I have never stopped helping those God placed in my path, and I never will. If my journey can inspire, uplift, or encourage even one person, then every step has been worth it. 💛

  • Not Every Mother Deserves the Title—But You Deserve to Be Seen

    Embracing My Past, Stepping Into My Future

    Today, many people will post glowing tributes to their mothers. Photos, flowers, gratitude, memories. And those mothers—they deserve to be celebrated. The ones who nurtured, protected, and loved with everything they had.

    But there’s another side of Mother’s Day we don’t often talk about.

    This is for the ones who never had that kind of mother.

    Not because she passed away. Not because she placed them for adoption. But because the woman who gave birth to them simply never gave them love.

    Some of us grew up in homes where love was a word used like a weapon—or not used at all. Where silence hurt just as much as shouting. Where the person who was supposed to protect you was the one causing the pain.

    I once met a young boy in a mental hospital. Quiet, withdrawn. Until one day, he started to cry—and I knew why. When he finally shared what his mother had done to him, it broke something in me. This was over thirty years ago, back when people didn’t talk about abuse—especially not abuse like that. He didn’t want it. He didn’t ask for it. But she was his mom, and deep down, he still needed her to love him.

    He lives in my memory to this day. I don’t know if he made it.

    I think of my brother John, who was adopted and later became terminally ill. His only hope was a blood relative. I found his birth mother, but when he visited her, she said, “If I gave a damn about you, I wouldn’t have given you up.” He died not just from illness, but from that wound too.

    So today, while we honor the incredible women who earned the name “Mom,” let’s also speak this truth:

    Not every mother deserves the title.
    But every child deserves to be loved.

    To the ones who were hurt by the very person who should have held them—you are not forgotten.
    You are not invisible.
    And you didn’t deserve what happened to you.

    I see you.

    🌿 Blessing for the Unseen, the Unheard, the Unbroken

    May you find comfort in knowing you are not alone.
    May the love you never received flow into your life in unexpected ways.
    May the ache of what wasn’t be softened by the beauty of what can still be.
    May you release what was never yours to carry.
    And may you always remember:
    You are worthy.
    You are seen.
    You are loved.
    Exactly as you are.