Here are five personal truths I’ve come to learn about emotional freedom— 1. Feeling My Emotions Isn’t Weakness—It’s Wisdom For much of my life, I equated strength with stoicism. I thought emotional freedom meant being unbothered, composed, and unaffected—especially in crisis or conflict. But I’ve come to see that emotional…
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You’ve probably heard the saying: “Do as you would be done by.” Or maybe the version you grew up with was “Treat others how you want to be treated.” Either way, it’s a classic. One of those simple rules that sounds easy but hits deep when you really think about…
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I’m sorry… …that relationships have felt like battlegrounds.…that you never felt safe enough to truly be yourself.…that you believed you had to perform to be loved.…that you clung to control just to feel secure.…that you poured yourself out for crumbs of affection.…that exhaustion became your normal.…that you felt abandoned.…that you…
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I was never the type to rebel. I had been silenced so much growing up that confrontation terrified me, especially when it came to authority. I had learned to equate authority with my mother—with her sharp words and unpredictable reactions. I had a tendency to avoid conflict at all costs,…
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When I was seeking God at Youth With A Mission in 2021 and writing about forgiveness, this scripture echoed in my heart. Jesus, nailed to a cross and enduring unimaginable suffering, chose to forgive those who persecuted Him. The crowd, blinded by ignorance and fear, chose offense over compassion, rejecting…
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Sometimes, I feel sad for no reason at all.Like a quiet rain inside my chest,dripping, dripping, never stopping.Mama says, You’re too sensitive,but I don’t know how to be anything else. I see it in their eyes—the women in old photographs,their faces frozen in time,their smiles stretched thin like thread.Great-Grandma, Grandma,…
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I could probably fill a book with the experiences I’ve had with offense and its consequences, but the offense that impacted me most was the one I held against my mother and father. I often bore the weight of my mother’s unresolved anger toward my father. Looking back, I can…
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I was born in 1980, a time when my mother was still just a child herself at 14 years old. As for my father… well, let’s just say he’s lucky he didn’t end up in jail. I love my parents very much. They gave me life, after all. But the…
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Growing up with emotionally distant parents can leave a lasting impact. When the people who are supposed to provide love, warmth, and guidance feel unavailable—whether due to their own struggles, trauma, or emotional limitations—it can create a sense of loneliness and self-doubt. Many children in this situation grow into adults…
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For much of my life, I’ve carried a complex mix of emotions shaped by growing up with an emotionally distant mother and an absentee father. The imprint of that upbringing still lingers, but over time, I’ve learned to understand my emotions, honor them, and slowly move toward healing. Today, I…