Sometimes healing comes in unexpected ways, revealing wounds we didn't even know we carried.

My journey with mother wounding started early - those deep childhood hurts that shape how we see ourselves, others, and even God. But it wasn't until my faith began deepening that I discovered another layer: church hurt. While I didn't grow up in church, I've come to understand that church hurt, like mother wounds, affects us all in different ways. None of us are untouched.