Tag: trauma

The Bitterness We Keep for Protection

It’s difficult not to carry bitterness after years of lies, isolation, disappointment, and neglect. Even when progress finally begins to happen—when you start to see the changes you’ve prayed for over countless sleepless nights—your trauma-fogged mind doesn’t immediately celebrate. Instead, it whispers, What if this doesn’t last? What if this all falls apart again?

Before long, those whispers become screams. Don’t trust it. Don’t believe it. You’re going to suffer again.

It’s a fight-or-flight response that every wife living alongside PTSD understands. It’s that familiar feeling of being pulled back into the darkness just when you thought you had finally found your footing. You try so hard to climb out of the hole, only to find yourself peering back over the edge, waiting for the ground to give way beneath you again.

The truth is, that kind of bitterness doesn’t simply disappear when happiness or healing begins to emerge. It lingers quietly in the background, like a shadow waiting for the perfect opportunity to remind you why you built walls around your heart in the first place. It waits for one bad day, one harsh word, one familiar pattern, hoping to convince you that nothing has really changed after all.

Because when you’ve lived in survival mode for so long, joy itself can feel unsafe.

At the end of the day, the feelings of happiness, romance, love, being wanted, being needed, and finally being seen can sometimes feel like a mask you’re simply waiting to slip off. You’re bracing yourself for the moment when the only reality you’ve ever truly known comes rushing back. The bitterness you’ve held onto wasn’t always hatred—it was protection. It was armor. It was the emergency plan you kept hidden away because some part of you refused to trust that restoration could actually be real.

Trauma leaves wounds that do not always bleed where others can see them. They remain open beneath the surface, quietly whispering that you’ll never be enough, that you’re not safe, and that hope is dangerous.

But perhaps the greatest act of faith isn’t pretending those wounds don’t exist. Perhaps it’s choosing, one day at a time, to believe that God can heal the places we’ve spent years trying to protect ourselves from feeling.

When the Battle Is Over but the War Lingers

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” — Exodus 14:14

Is the most difficult part to bear in the midst of the battle, or the silent mental prison that lingers behind? Undoubtedly, it is the aftermath—the chaos, the battle, the struggle, in whatever form it arises. It’s the adrenaline in the moment, the anxiety, the blood boiling, the heavy silence that overtakes every ounce of your being as you whisper, this is not my battle… this is not my battle.

Let’s be honest—it is incredibly difficult to exercise full surrender in the hellish heat of the battle. Every part of our body is screaming to enter fight mode. We want to defend ourselves, lash out, say the harsh words we don’t mean… or maybe the ones we do. Raise our voices louder than we should, sometimes even scream in the face of the one we love most, just to cover the pain.

But it is the self-control and complete confidence we find in our glorious Maker that tames the flesh-driven spirit inside of us. Getting through these battles by allowing God to fight them—that is what makes a true overcomer. There is a quiet sense of victory that follows, a moment where we rest in His peace and hear Him whisper, well done, my child.

The Holy Spirit living within us is what keeps the fight under submission. He restrains what our flesh longs to release. Flight mode, on the other hand, can sometimes get the best of us in the moment. While retreat may feel safer and often produces less immediate damage than fight, it can still carry lasting consequences once the heat dies down. Running doesn’t heal the wound—it only delays the reckoning. Only surrender allows God to fully step in and restore what the battle tried to destroy.

Then… the aftermath comes.
If you’ve been there, you know.

The overwhelming feeling of failure. The self-doubt. The belief that everything that transpired is somehow your fault. It feels like a million demons chasing you as you push through heavy brush, desperately trying to make it to the feet of the Father. The thoughts. The emotions. Or maybe the absence of emotion—which can be an even darker place to sit.

This season feels endless, like a million days rolled into one. We bathe in it, suffer in it, and somehow—only by the grace of God—we function in it. Every single day in this lonely place, we put on a smile and face the world with strength that comes only from our Maker.

Through my belief in the power of Jesus, I have seen time and time again that this place is only a season. Resting in the truth that He will work even this for our good is what carries us through. That belief clears the path through the heavy brush, makes the demons flee, and opens the way to the feet of the Almighty.

That is where we should always strive to be—at the feet of Jesus.

Keeping faith and holding tightly to God’s promises is what brings us through the battles. It carries us through the moments when we feel like our worst selves, reminding us that through Him, we can become the best version of ourselves—regardless of the circumstances. When we listen to that quiet whisper, this is not my battle, we invite God onto the scene to fight for us, and we allow ourselves to rest in His arms through the silent mental war that always follows the storm.

Prayer

Father God,
In the heat of the battle and in the silence that follows, remind us that this is not ours to carry alone. When every part of our body is screaming to fight or run, help us to be still and trust You to move. Quiet our minds, guard our words, and tame the storm inside us with Your Spirit. When the aftermath feels heavy, and the mental weight tries to pull us under, lead us back to Your feet. Fill our lungs with breath, our hearts with peace, and our souls with the assurance that You are fighting for us. Teach us to surrender—not out of weakness, but out of trust. We lay it all down and rest in You.
Amen.