Before I was 19, my body had already experienced things it was never meant to carry. In this deeply personal post, I share my story of abuse, rape, growing up without protection, and how those experiences shaped the way I viewed myself, relationships, safety, and even God. I also explore what inner healing really means, the truth about trauma and the nervous system, and why women are not powerless prisoners of what happened to them.

Your inner child remembers the pain of rejection, silence, and striving for love. Healing begins when you name the wound, forgive what you can, and invite God into the spaces that still ache. Let His love reparent your heart and restore the peace that trauma once stole.