Survival my drug of choice

Survival was my drug of choice.  

Not because I loved struggling—  

But because survival felt safer than surrender.

The truth was, I didn’t know what real safety even looked like.  

Because slowing down would have forced me to face everything I buried.  

The fear of being abandoned.  

The shame of not being enough.  

The lie that if I wasn’t holding it all together, I'd lose everything.

So I stayed in motion.  

Fixing. Managing. Holding it all up.  

For everyone but myself.

I called it “FAITH.”  

I called it “STRENGTH.”  

 

But really, I was surviving—  

Running from brokenness, grief, and the fear of losing control.

Survival became my badge of honor.  

But underneath, it was covering a heart desperate for healing.

And guess what?  

Even when I had the house, the family, the busy life—I still felt empty.

Until one day, I couldn’t hold it all up anymore.

The breaking came. The walls I built came crashing down.  

And in the quiet, God whispered:

"You don’t have to survive anymore. I didn’t call you to barely make it. I called you to LIVE.”

Whew.

That was my turning point.  

I stopped calling survival “success.”  

I started listening to what the pain was trying to tell me.

And this is what I heard:  

"You’re tired not because you’re failing—but because you’re carrying battles I already won."

So sis—if you’re exhausted, overwhelmed, secretly wondering,  

“What’s wrong with me?" 

Hear me loud:

There’s NOTHING wrong with you.  

But there may be wounds you’ve been carrying alone for too long.

Pause.  

Breathe.  

Healing is waiting for you.

You don’t have to fight for your worth anymore.  

You just have to surrender and let God show you who you’ve always been.

#FaithVoyager #KingdomTransformation #BreakthroughMindset #PropheticPrayerStrategy #HeavensBlueprint #AlignmentOverAssignment