Finding My Rhythm: Healing, Leading, Becoming

Resources That Helped Me Heal

If you’ve found your way here, I want you to know—you are not alone.

Healing from emotional abuse is a long, often confusing journey. I know, because I’ve lived it. For years, I didn’t even realize what I was experiencing was emotional abuse. It didn’t leave bruises. It left doubt, anxiety, and a slow erosion of my sense of self.

When I finally began to understand what was happening, I knew I had to fight for my healing. That journey has included many steps—some small, some transformational. I started therapy. I walked and biked with trusted friends who reminded me what safety felt like. I returned to church with fresh eyes, grounding myself in quiet moments of reflection and spiritual strength. I read everything I could about emotional abuse, trying to name what had been left unnamed for too long.

This page is a collection of the resources that helped me make sense of the chaos and begin to reclaim my voice. From books and articles to therapy tools and support communities, these are the things that supported me through the darkest moments—and still do.

Wherever you are in your journey, I hope these resources offer clarity, comfort, and courage.

You deserve to feel safe. You deserve to feel whole.
And most importantly—you deserve to be free.

Books

Blogs + Articles

Welcome

I’m so glad you’re here.

I spent years living behind a perfect picture — smiling for the world while quietly losing myself behind closed doors.

This space is where I finally tell the truth. About emotional abuse that left no visible bruises. About gaslighting, fear, loneliness — and about the long, slow work of healing.

If you’re walking through your own fog, know this: your memory matters. Your feelings matter. You are not alone.

I’m sharing my journey to reclaim my voice, my story, and my life — one honest word at a time.

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This is the exact moment that you learn one of the most difficult things there is to learn in life: just because someone does something to mistreat us doesn’t mean we stop loving them; there isn’t such a thing as an on/off switch.

You think, he doesn’t touch me, he only breaks things, its only the wall, he’s really only hurting himself, what he’s throwing at me are only words, he’s only calling me names, he only lies, he only yells, this could be worse, this isn’t too bad. You’re wrong. Just because it’s a lighter shade of blue doesn’t mean it’s not blue. And just because you don’t know how to associate love without pain, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist without. – Unknown Author

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