My Story

God and Therapy Saved My Life

I am a 39-year-old woman. A mother of five. A wife of fifteen years. A survivor of battles most never see.

I had my first child at 17 — a young girl forced to become a woman before her time. Over the years, life layered on more: self-esteem struggles, silent wounds from childhood, heartbreaks that didn’t fully heal, and trials in love and family that cracked my spirit.

My husband and I came into our marriage as a blended family. He had a daughter, I had a son, and together we’ve raised three more children. But blending hearts and histories is never easy. We carried not only our pasts, but the pressure of outside voices — co-parents, family members, and unspoken expectations that nearly broke us.

Still, I pressed on.

But in 2024, my world shifted.
I lost my rib — the one who felt like my other half.
I lost my grandmother — the woman who carried generations of strength.
And finally... I broke.

All the pain I thought I had tucked away, all the trauma I thought I could outrun — it caught up to me. I found myself drowning in silence, consumed by emotion, and nearly lost to despair. I was on the edge of losing my mind… my family… and, at one point, my will to live.

But then I remembered: God is near to the brokenhearted.

So I started praying — not the surface prayers, but the deep, desperate kind.
I started fasting — surrendering not just food, but my fear.
And in seeking God… I found myself guided to therapy.

It was there — on that couch, with both Bible and journal in hand — that I began to heal.

Therapy didn’t make me weak; it made me whole.
It gave a name to what I’d been carrying. It gave me stability when everything inside me was shaking. I was diagnosed, treated, and taught how to live again.

Now I know peace.
Now I can breathe.
Now I speak with clarity, listen with grace, and no longer let anger drive the conversation.

God met me in my wilderness — and therapy helped me walk out of it.

This is not just my story. It is my testimony.
And if you're reading this, know that healing is holy.
And you don’t have to choose between Jesus and a therapist.
You can have both.

And maybe, like me…
You can finally be free.