This story is a journey-one that began in a place that was broken, confused, and silenced. A place where I learned to shrink, to endure, to survive. But it did not end there. It carried me slowly, sometimes painfully, toward healing. Toward clarity. Toward learning how to trust again, how to laugh again, how to listen to my body and my soul without fear.
I am not writing from the finish line. I am writing from the middle-from a holy in-between place where scars still exist, but they no longer define me. A place where God is gently stitching together what was torn, restoring what was taken, and calling me back to myself.