The woman behind the words
Born from both pain and purpose. I’ve walked through seasons that nearly broke me, but I’ve learned that healing doesn’t happen in silence. It happens when we finally tell the truth, even when our voice trembles. Writing became my lifeline — my way of processing what my heart couldn’t always speak out loud.
Inspired beginnings
“Blogging While Healing Hurts” is a safe, raw, and faith-lit space where pain meets purpose. It’s where the unspoken finally has a voice — the kind that shakes, cracks, and still keeps writing. Here, we talk about the battles behind the smiles, the spiritual warfare that happens within families, the unseen scars of being misunderstood, and the slow, holy work of rebuilding your peace.
More than just words
I’m a mother, a wife, a survivor, and a storyteller. I’m also a woman who’s still learning that healing isn’t a straight path — it’s messy, sacred, and sometimes it hurts before it helps. Through my words, I hope to shine light into the places most people hide — the ones filled with family betrayal, faith battles, and moments when you feel unseen. I write to remind others that you are not alone, that God can still use broken things to build beauty, and that your story still matters — even if you’re still in the middle of it.
What to expect
This blog isn’t about perfection. It’s about truth. It’s about learning to breathe again while your heart still aches. It’s about finding peace in the ruins and choosing love, every single time. Welcome to my corner of truth, where healing may hurt — but it always transforms.
💔 What It’s Like to Love Without Hating
To love without hating is both a blessing and a burden.
It’s standing in the fire and refusing to throw flames back.
It’s seeing the ones who hurt you through the eyes of the child they once were — and still finding a way to pray for them.
It’s a kind of strength that doesn’t always look strong.
It’s the quiet cry after forgiveness, the ache that comes from knowing you could hate — but you don’t know how to.
When you love like that, you bleed differently.
You carry pain without bitterness, and somehow, God keeps your heart soft when the world tells you to harden it.
You learn that real love isn’t weakness. It’s warfare.
And choosing not to hate becomes its own kind of holy rebellion.
Because the truth is — some of us were never built to hate.
Even when we try, the love seeps back in through the cracks.
And maybe that’s what keeps us human.
Maybe that’s what keeps us whole.
Seen. Safe. Hopeful. Connected. Inspired.
That’s what I hope you feel when you visit BloggingWhileHealingHurts.
My Faith, My Fire, My Foundation
I’ve been a child of God since before I even understood what faith really meant. I was just a little girl when I accepted Jesus into my heart — 10 years old, scared of the world but already knowing He was the only One who would never leave me. He loved me enough to die on the cross for my sins, and that truth has carried me through every storm life tried to drown me in.
I’m not ashamed of my walk with Him. I’ve messed up, I’ve taken wrong turns, I’ve had moments where I didn’t even recognize myself. But even then, God didn’t let go of me. Every time life knocked me down hard enough to steal my breath, He was the one who lifted me back up. That’s why I love Him with everything in me — because without Him, I would have stayed on that floor more times than I want to admit.
My life hasn’t been easy. I’ve walked through things that should have crushed me. I’ve been hurt, misunderstood, judged, broken in ways people will never see. But I never lost my light — I fought to keep it. And the only reason it didn’t go out is because God put that light in me Himself. He made sure it stayed lit, even in the darkest places, even when I didn’t feel strong enough to hold it.
God has always been my safe place, my steady ground, my peace in the middle of chaos. He’s the home I carry inside me. Every lesson I’ve lived through — good, painful, confusing — has shaped me. Not to punish me, but to prepare me. To grow me. To build me into someone who could stand strong and still love, still forgive, still walk with grace even where there was none shown to me.
They say never judge a book by its cover. Well, I am that book. You have to read the pages — the messy ones, the cracked ones, the ones written with tears — to understand me. I don’t walk through life as a victim. I walk as someone who survived it, learned from it, and kept her faith anyway.
I walk as a daughter of God.
I walk with purpose.
I walk carrying the light He trusted me with.
And that light has carried me through every bit of the dark.