The Healing Place: My Journey from Trauma to Triumph with My Mother
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- Jun 1
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Updated: Jun 2
By: Angela M. Parks
There was a time when I could barely hold a conversation with my mother. The sound of her voice stirred emotions I wasn’t prepared to face—anger, sadness, confusion, rejection. Our phone calls were short, tense, and often left me feeling worse than before. But by the grace of God, I stand in a different place today. A healed place. A whole place. A place I never thought I’d reach.
Growing Up in the Silence
As a child and young adolescent, I felt like a stranger in my own home. My mom worked hard—often long hours—and when she was home, she seemed exhausted, overwhelmed, or emotionally distant. There was no space to connect, no safe place to land, no true mother-daughter bond.
I remember feeling like I didn’t belong—not just in the world, but even in my own family. There was no warmth, no comforting words, no place to talk about what was going on in my heart. I learned to live in silence. To internalize the rejection. And soon, I began to search for love, affirmation, and attention from others in all the wrong places.
The Weight of Rejection and the Battle Within
Because of that lack of connection, rejection and abandonment settled deep in my spirit. I became a people-pleaser—doing whatever it took to earn love and approval. But it never satisfied.
My mind became a battlefield. Depression, insecurity, fear, and hopelessness crept in and took residence. I wore a smile, but inside I was struggling—just trying to survive.
But Then, God…
I can say this now with full assurance: God met me in my pain. Slowly but surely, He began to do the work no one else could. He softened my heart toward my mother. He changed the way I saw her. He reminded me that she, too, had her own wounds—wounds she never got help for, because she didn’t know how.
God showed me that she did the best she could with what she had. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even good sometimes. But it came from a place of deep personal struggle. And as God healed me, He began healing what was broken between us.
Restoration and Redemption
Today, I can talk to my mom without fear or resentment. We can laugh. We can share. I can pray for her and speak life into her. That’s nothing but God’s grace.
I’m not the same woman I was. I’m not bound by the pain of the past. Yes, I’m still healing. But I’m healing forward—not stuck in bondage, but walking in freedom.
To Every Woman Still in the Middle of the Story…
To every woman reading this who grew up in a strained or broken relationship with her mother—know this:
You are not alone. You are not invisible. You are not without hope. And your story can be redeemed.
A Bible Verse to Hold Close:
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
—Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
Let this be your reminder that the past may have shaped you, but it does not have to define you. Healing is possible. Restoration is real. And with God, nothing is impossible.
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