For those who wonder if their pain has a purpose — God never wastes a wound. If you had told me years ago that I would one day become a psychotherapist, I would have laughed in disbelief. I didn’t think I could connect with people. I was too broken, too guarded, too unsure of where I belonged. I went to college to become a social worker — not a therapist. My dream was simple: to help people find resources, to make life a little easier for those who struggled. But God had anot

For every heart that has felt humiliated, rejected, or unseen — His mercy still meets you there. Shame. Rejection. Silence. I was born out of wedlock. My extended family refused to welcome me. I was bullied, dismissed, and pushed aside. Inside my home, things were no easier. My parents carried wounds of their own — unhealed traumas they did not understand. Though my body was clothed and fed, my heart rarely felt seen or cherished. I was a clumsy child, often breaking things a

For every heart that has felt unseen, unwanted, or unloved — there is a Love that never turns away. My mother cried when I was born because I was a girl. She wanted a boy — a son to carry the family name. In Chinese culture, that longing for legitimacy runs deep, and from the very beginning, I carried the quiet message that I was somehow wrong. I didn’t arrive in this world with a warm welcome.I grew up feeling like there wasn’t space for me — not in my family, not among fri