As I sit and reflect on my life, I realize how far You’ve brought me. There were seasons when I felt overwhelmed, misunderstood, and unsure of what was ahead. There were moments when I questioned myself, my strength, and even my purpose. But through it all, You never left me. Even in the hard times, You were shaping me. Every lesson, every tear, every closed door was preparing me for something greater. I may not have understood it then, but I see it now — You were protecting me, redirecting me, and strengthening me. I feel Your blessings in my life. Not just in material things, but in peace. In growth. In wisdom. In the way I handle situations differently than I used to. In the strength I didn’t know I had. In the confidence that is quietly building inside of me. You are teaching me to trust Your timing and not rush what You are carefully aligning. I’m learning that blessings don’t always come loud and flashy. Sometimes they come as clarity. Sometimes they come as distance from what no longer serves me. Sometimes they come as patience, healing, and a new mindset. And for that, I am grateful. Thank You for protecting me from things I thought I wanted but didn’t need. Thank You for opening doors that are meant for me. Thank You for reminding me that I am chosen, covered, and cared for. I don’t know everything about my future, but I know it’s in Your hands. And that gives me peace.

The guilt and shame I had to swallow Was never really mine to chew. It came wrapped in family history, Passed down like a curse no one knew how to break. Friends watched, some stayed silent, Some walked away when I needed them loud. I learned early how to smile through damage, How to shrink myself to fit into their comfort. I felt like nothing— Like trash swept into corners, Used, blamed, and forgotten, Taught to believe I was the problem. Hurt lived in my chest like a permanent bruise, Tender to every word, every look. I carried wounds no one asked about, Patched myself up with survival and silence. But even damaged things have stories, And even trash has weight when it’s been thrown too many times. I am not what broke me, I am what endured when breaking was easier.

@Nicol Mathis thank you and love you too and I’m glad you could vent to this situation as well we got this 💪🏾💕🙌🏾

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