For years, I thought strength meant staying quiet, performing well, and pretending I was okay.
I thought faithfulness meant staying. I thought if I just loved harder, prayed more, tried better... things would change. I kept giving pieces of myself away until I didn't recognize who I'd become.
But when the walls finally came down, I realized something that changed everything:
God wasn't asking me to stay in pain.
He was asking me to heal.
That breaking point became my breakthrough.
I learned what gaslighting actually is. I discovered trauma bonds and why leaving feels impossible even when you know you should. I understood that healing isn't linear, and freedom doesn't happen overnight.
Most importantly — I found my voice again.
Now I walk beside women just like you. Women who are tired of being told "just pray more" or "just leave." Women who need someone who actually understands what they're going through, not someone who judges them for still being there.
You don't need another person telling you what to do.
You need someone who gets it. Someone who's been there.
Someone who can guide you back to yourself.