Every journey begins with a single step, often taken in the trembling quiet of uncertainty. For a long time, I believed that my scars defined me, that the pain I carried was a life sentence I had to serve alone. But healing is not about erasing the past; it’s about writing a new future.
It started with finding a safe space—a place where I didn't have to explain, justify, or hide. The community at Pain With No Scars became that sanctuary. I remember the first time I shared my story aloud; my voice shook, but for the first time, I wasn't interrupted. I was heard.
Recovery isn't linear. There are days when the shadows feel long and the weight feels heavy. But now, I know I have sisters and brothers walking beside me. I have learned to offer myself the same grace I would offer a friend. To anyone reading this who feels lost in the dark: keep going. The dawn is coming, and you are worthy of seeing it.
My faith played a crucial role, not as a set of rules, but as a relationship with a God who weeps with me. I discovered that I am not damaged goods; I am a masterpiece in restoration.