Taylor Church
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Hannah Yoder :
I pray every day to stop the daily thought(s) of the one that shattered my heart over 29 years ago. 🙇🏼♀️
2026-06-16 03:07:43
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EKmusicalchick :
Such an accurate description. And I would add, as someone who found and worked with a grief specialist to help process my own grief, and then became a grief specialist too, to help others - we are trained to help you find those pieces and process them and figure out what bits connect back to what. And doing that work is wildly healing.
2026-06-16 01:25:04
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Ashley Christine :
This hit home. Healing isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes you think you’ve worked through the wounds, forgiven, grown, and moved on… then out of nowhere, a situation, conversation, or relationship exposes a hidden piece of shrapnel you didn’t even know was still there. I’ve learned that those moments don’t mean we’re broken or failing. They simply reveal another area that needs compassion, attention, and healing. Trauma leaves fragments behind, and sometimes life gently uncovers them one by one so we can finally deal with them. Healing isn’t about never being triggered again… it’s about recognizing the wound faster and responding differently each time.
2026-06-15 20:12:40
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kirsten willems :
still healing after 3years of divorce
2026-06-15 16:04:13
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sweetsurrender2025 :
Wow..this metaphor stayed with me! I love the image of finding pieces of shrapnel years later, tiny fragments buried in unexpected places. You pick one up and wonder where it came from. Was this from a divorce? A loss? A betrayal? A wound so old I’ve forgotten its name? And then the idea that each piece is a different color. Maybe that’s what healing really is. Not putting the window back the way it was, because shattered glass never returns to its original form. Maybe healing is gathering those colored pieces of shrapnel, one by one, throughout a lifetime. The deep blues of grief. The reds of heartbreak. The gray pieces of fear. The gold pieces of survival. At first they seem scattered and unrelated, sharp enough to cut when you least expect it. But with time, they begin to form something new, like stained glass. When the light passes through it, the broken pieces don’t disappear. They become the very thing that creates the beauty. Not despite the cracks. Because of them 🙏
2026-06-15 18:48:54
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