Growing up between two worlds — one built on faith and structure, the other marked by addiction and chaos — left me carrying invisible burdens I couldn’t name. I learned to read every room, please everyone, and survive by adapting. What I once thought was rebellion was really a child trying to feel safe. Years later, God revealed how those survival patterns could be transformed into empathy, compassion, and purpose. Healing hasn’t meant erasing the past — it’s meant letting Him redeem it, one tender layer at a time.