This is the pattern of emotional suppression: You grew up learning to swallow every thought, every emotion, including those inflicted by the adults around you. You were alone, somewhere in the euphoria of heaven, playing and having conversations you never truly understood, yet they soothed your soul and brought you genuine peace—until your parents chose to engage in combat. It was a struggle that was sometimes sweet, rough, or enjoyable; you couldn't really tell. Or perhaps it was the kind of combat where only one person took wicked pleasure while the other wailed in pain and shame. It wasn't until you grew up, gaining a bit of sense, that your "rabies- infested mouth" aunty blurted out the truth: you were a child born out of rape. That was when your emotions locked down, knowing you couldn't be claimed, that your identity was nothing more than shame, anxiety, and a long trajectory of trauma. You choked on your pitiable...
Maybe You’re Closer to Your Miracle Than You Think For so long, you had no doubts, no fears — just a fervent faith in what God has assured you through His Word. You rejoiced in your tribulations, sharing earnestly with others as though you were already living in your miracles. Your friends couldn’t understand why you felt so much joy despite the storms in your life. You cared deeply for your neighbour’s children, your nieces and nephews — you were everyone’s favourite aunty or uncle because of the warmth, generosity, and light that radiated from you. Everyone waited for your opinion before making important decisions. Sometimes, your words became the confirmations others needed to move forward with a project, relationship, or calling. You continued steadfastly in prayers and thanksgiving — from NSPPD , to the Hallelujah Challenge , to the fiery prayers of Mountain of Fire and every other praise and prayer gathering within your environment and online. With this, your faith...