Every night I say the same quiet prayer. Recently I realized I hadn’t thanked God — not for the blessings, but for the healing. The slow kind, the unseen kind, the kind that happens while you’re still hurting. Helping Me Heal is a love letter to the invisible work happening beneath the surface, even on the days you feel stuck.
Every night I say the same quiet prayer. Recently I realized I hadn’t thanked God — not for the blessings, but for the healing. The slow kind, the unseen kind, the kind that happens while you’re still hurting. Helping Me Heal is a love letter to the invisible work happening beneath the surface, even on the days you feel stuck.
