What if your Pain isn't the end of the story? CARRYING A HURT: FROM BURDEN TO FREEDOM


Carrying a Hurt: From Burden to Freedom was not just written, it was lived.

Every chapter came from a moment I had to face honestly before God. Some of those moments were filled with tears. Others brought quiet revelation. 

There are wounds that don't bleed, the kind you carrying while you keep showing up for life. I didn't always know how to name mine. I just felt tired, emotionally stretched, and distant from my own peace. 

Writing Carrying a Hurt: From Burden to Freedom wasn't just about letting go. It was about turning a private weight into something God could use not just for me, but maybe for you too.

This book isn't polished perfection. It's prayer. It's questions. It's slow healing. 

If you're tired of pretending you're okay when you're not, maybe this is a place to start with God.

"Freedom doesn't always look like victory. Sometimes it looks like a woman kneeling, whispering, God, I can't carry this alone".

Let's walk this path together. Not perfectly, not quickly, but honestly. 

Let's grow lighter together,


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