By the age of 35,

over the course of a 10 year period, 

I had lived in 11 different places, 

2 of those places being a women’s shelter. 

I had experienced multiple job loss and a few evictions 

and the kind of instability that kept me in a constant state of survival. Before it was all over I would live in 18 places within 15 years while navigating life using trauma's GPS. Every move, every setback, reinforced the unspoken rules and regulations of trauma: Stay guarded. Expect the worst. Never get too comfortable.

For years, I lived by trauma’s playbook. I became who I needed to be to survive—strong but disconnected, resilient but exhausted. My identity wasn’t built on who I truly was, but on who I had to become to make it through. I wore masks, played roles, and made decisions rooted in fear rather than freedom.

But survival wasn’t living. And I was tired of merely existing.

Then God stepped in. He opened my eyes to the hidden roots of the suffering, pain, patterns and cycles I had endured. Every setback, every misfortune had a deeper cause. 

Healing is not a myth—it’s a promise. I have experienced the power of God’s healing and regardless of my past— I have been restored. I reclaimed my dominion authority, my voice and my identity.

No matter your past, wholeness is within reach.