In the quiet of trees, in the stillness of prayer, God meets me. He reminds me that it’s okay to rest, to cry, to be tender. This journey is sacred. My healing is sacred. And I don’t have to rush it.

I’m no longer hiding my pain or shrinking to make others comfortable. I’m holding space for all of me, with gentleness, with honesty, and with God right beside me.

I hold space for the woman I’m becoming. The one who was broken but is learning to breathe again. The one who walks into nature not to escape, but to return home to herself. – denise marie

“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36