Unapologetically Healed

For more than 20 years, I survived in silence. In a pain so thick you can’t even see the sun. Molested. Raped. By family. By people who were supposed to protect me, and love me, they broke me.

Shattered!!

And I carried that pain around with me like armor. Swaddled myself in it. Convinced myself that if I held on to the anger, it would keep me safe. That if I stayed mad, I was in control. That if I never forgave them, I could undo it all.

But here’s the truth?

That pain became my master.

I mean, I didn’t see it at the time. I thought I was surviving. But really, I was stagnant. Angry. Bitter. Distrusting. I couldn’t let people get close. I couldn’t even be fully present for myself. Because when you live in survival mode long enough, you start to think that’s all there is.

But God!
It wasn’t just therapy. It wasn’t just time. It was the moment I finally let God into the places I didn’t want to go. The dark places. The locked closets. The memories I tried to bury so deep they’d never surface again. I brought it all to Him. Raw. Ugly. Honest. And He did not flinch. He met me there. Not with shame. Not with judgment. But with healing. Real. Deep. Holy healing.

The Turning Point
I learned something radical. Forgiveness is for me, not them. It doesn’t excuse what they did. It doesn’t take away the hurt. But it breaks the chains. I forgave, not because they deserved it but because I deserved to be free. Free from the hate. Free from the trauma loops. Free from the lie that my past defined my worth.

Scripture That Anchored Me
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
— Psalm 147:3
“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good, to accomplish what is now being done…”
— Genesis 50:20

Where I Am Now
I no longer live in survival mode. I live in testimony. I speak about it now not for pity, but for power. Because somebody else is where I used to be, and maybe you need to know that healing is not a myth. That God still restores. That scars don’t mean you’re broken, they tell you you survived.

To You, Reading This
If you’re holding on to trauma, bitterness, or shame. I see you. I was you. You are not alone. You are not what they did to you. You are not broken beyond repair. You are becoming.

It starts with one decision:

Let God into the pain.
Let healing begin.
And never apologize for your story!!!