Faith & Discernment

The shape is real. What it is.... usually takes longer. The question arrives quietly, usually late, usually after everything else has been tried. A person has prayed, seen a therapist, processed it, has been to the altar, read the books from both shelves. But…. the problem is still there. So, they ask the question they’ve been afraid to ask out loud. Is this me or is this something else…? It’s a serious question and it deserves a serious answer. The serious answer begins by r

She has been to the prayer room more than once for the same thing. Left believing it was gone. Found it again, same shape, same weight, and wondered what that meant about her, about God. Not everything that persists is the enemy. Some of it is the body, remembering. The two require different things.

He has done the therapy. Read the books. Understands his patterns with clinical fluency. And still keeps doing the thing. Not because the work failed — but because the thing was never a wound to begin with. Some things don't heal. They require a different response entirely.

The first time you learn to say "that's my nervous system," it frees you. But the same true language can become a place to stop. A trauma therapist on how healing can quietly turn into avoidance, and why the capacity to choose is what makes you a person, not an insult to your pain.

Some people spend years trying to fix a restlessness that was never a wound or a failure. A trauma therapist on the ordinary friction of being human, why the shame about it is the part that isolates, and what naming it honestly takes off.

For years it gets called rebellion, then weakness, then a lack of faith. A trauma therapist on the moment a survival response is finally seen for what it is, the relief and grief that arrive together, and why naming it is only the beginning.

Some of what gets brought to the altar was never sin — it was survival. A trauma therapist on why repentance can't reach a wound, why the same struggle returns after sincere prayer, and where the real shame actually comes from.