There comes a time when you’ve given so much love, kindness, and understanding to people who only came to take — and still, you keep showing up with a soft heart. I’ve lived that story more than once. I opened my life, my heart, and my truth to people who smiled in my face but threw knives the moment I turned away. They twisted my words, my kindness, and my love into something ugly — not because of who I was, but because they couldn’t stand the light that lived inside me.
They built their games out of lies, spreading rumors, pulling more people in, until I couldn’t tell where the pain was coming from or who was behind it anymore. It was designed that way — a web of confusion and betrayal. But what they didn’t see was Who was standing behind me the whole time.
Because behind the scenes, in the darkness, was God. I was cloaked in the shadows for a time, hidden and protected, while He prepared me to shine His light on this web of lies, deceit, and betrayal. The apologies long overdue may never come, but the truth always does. And when it does, it brings healing — not for them, but for me.
He’s taught me to see the red flags, to feel the darkness before it comes, to recognize the devils that disguise themselves. And through it all, I moved with grace. My peace made their demons rage. My light made them snarl. My faith made them fall apart.
And when the lies grew louder, it wasn’t just strangers anymore — people hid behind keyboards, behind the dark web, creating webs of deceit, blacklisting my life, trying to make every step I took harder than the one before.
They crossed lines that no one should ever cross. They hacked into my life, invaded my privacy, watched and twisted pieces of me that were never theirs to touch.
They thought their screens and passwords made them powerful.
No dark-web rumor, no keyboard warrior, no so-called hacker could ever touch what God protects.
They formed their little groups, whispering, watching, plotting — but they never stopped to know the real me.
If they had, they would have seen a woman of faith, not fear.
Because God always has the final word.
Apologies given or not, love and light always outlast the storm — and I’ll be the one still standing.
They called me names, twisted my truth, and tried to bury my light — all because I call myself a Christian.
All because I can love without needing anything in return. That was my crime. That was their justification.
All because I was simply being who I truly am — a good person, a loving soul. That’s what bothered them most. They searched for dirt, tried to dig up something to use against me, but there was nothing to find. The only thing they ever uncovered was their own darkness. What I got in return was pain, but what they got was exposure — because light always reveals truth.
They judged my thick frame but never my fight. They said I was too soft, too kind — an easy target. They took my kindness for weakness, not realizing kindness was my strength. They saw I was pure, said I was pretty, saw that I was different. They saw that I had a man who truly loved me, and that love made me glow. They hated that I laughed too loud, that I shined too bright, that my joy came from truth — not from pretending.
They saw power in my truth but never realized the battles I fight inside every single day. They saw the light, but not the war behind it. I fight quietly — trusting God through every unseen battle. Even when I don’t understand, even when I hurt, I trust that He gives me no more than I can handle. My faith reminds me that He has a plan, even when I can’t see the “why.”
For those who joined in as if it were a game — you never truly knew me. You only saw what God allowed you to see. The rest — the deep parts, the hidden parts — were cloaked and protected by Him for a season such as this.
There were those who went the distance to kill every inch of my light. They tried to talk my life into places I was never meant to go, to leave me empty, broken, and forgotten. They wanted to see me lost, labeled, and locked away. They wanted me to believe I was nothing. But what they didn’t understand was that God doesn’t let His children break — He bends them toward purpose.
When they wanted me silenced, God gave me words.
When they wanted me lost, He gave me direction.
When they wanted me empty, He filled me with light.
What they never understood was that I was never fighting alone. I was never crazy, never weak — I was covered. I was chosen. I was a child of God.
Even when they tried to destroy my name, my peace, and my mind — God used it to show me who was real and who was not. Every lie exposed itself in His light. Every whisper was heard by Heaven. And while they plotted in darkness, God was building me in the quiet.
This blog — Blogging While Healing Hurts — is my space to write the truth, to turn pain into purpose, and to show that healing isn’t pretty or easy. But it’s powerful. It’s holy work. Because no matter who tried to break me, they forgot one thing: you can’t destroy what God protects.
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