Healing Is My Testimony Now
I still carry scars — but they are not shame.
They are signs of survival.
They are proof that I fought and didn’t quit.
I don’t have it all figured out, and I still have moments that sting. But I’ve walked through the fire and come out refined, not destroyed. What tried to break me has become the very soil where my purpose is blooming.
So if you’re reading this and you’re still in the middle of your fight — don’t stop now.
Your healing is on the other side of this pain.
Your peace is coming.
And when it does, you’ll realize… you didn’t just survive — you rose.

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