📖 You Survived What Was Meant to Break You
There are parts of my story that still don’t make sense.
Being four years old. Being taken. Being abandoned. Being moved from place to place, like I didn’t belong anywhere.
Adopted twice. Hoping each time that this would finally be “home.” Only to find more pain waiting behind closed doors.
People see the titles now. Author. Advocate. Speaker. But they don’t always see the little girl who wondered why she wasn’t wanted.
Trauma doesn’t just disappear. It lingers in your nervous system. It whispers lies in quiet moments. It tries to convince you that what happened to you defines you.
For a long time, I believed that lie.
Until I realized something powerful:
I survived what was meant to break me.
Not because I was strong every day. Not because I never cried. Not because I had it all figured out.
But because God kept me.
Even when I didn’t understand Him. Even when I questioned Him. Even when I felt forgotten.
There is something sacred about surviving. It means the story isn’t over.
It means the trauma didn’t win. It means the system didn’t get the final word. It means abuse didn’t get to decide my identity.
I am not what happened to me. I am who I chose to become after it.
And if you’re reading this wondering whether you can survive your story too—
You can.
You are still here. And that alone means something powerful.
Healing isn’t instant. Faith isn’t always loud. Strength doesn’t always look strong.
Sometimes it looks like getting out of bed. Sometimes it looks like going to therapy. Sometimes it looks like crying and praying at the same time.
But you’re still here.
And that means God is not finished writing.
✨ From abandoned to authored. ✨ From trauma to testimony. ✨ From brokenness to becoming.
One page at a time.
Abandoned But Not Forgotten: “One woman’s true story of being abducted as a child. To scouring the planet for her birth parents.” - Kindle e