For me, healing began when I dedicated my life to the Christian faith. I had spent years wrestling with identity, insecurity, and destructive habits. I didn’t expect that leaning on my faith would be the thing that steadied me—but it was.
It wasn’t a dramatic overnight change. I didn’t suddenly feel “fixed.” In fact, I often felt out of place at church, at school, and at home. I didn’t know the right words to say or where to begin. But healing, I’ve learned, is not about perfection—it’s about presence.
For me, it was a gentle process, shaped by stillness and silence. It was in quiet moments, away from the noise of the world, that I began to hear God’s voice more clearly. Those pauses taught me that healing can be less about doing and more about being—about sitting in grace, even when I didn’t feel I deserved it.
What surprised me most was how faith could anchor me in the middle of uncertainty. I had thought healing would come only after I had “figured it all out,” but I found it was possible to heal even while I was still in the middle of the mess.
I still hope for wisdom above all—wisdom to love well, to choose peace, and to keep walking in faith even when the path is unclear. Healing isn’t a finished story for me; it’s a daily choice to keep showing up with an open heart.
~CS
