By Linda C J Turner, Therapist & Advocate There was a time when some people distanced themselves from me.Not because of what I did — but because of what they were told.Lies were whispered.Stories were twisted.And slowly, some began to pull away. It hurt.Not just the isolation, but the injustice of being misjudged.Of being doubted… Read More When Truth Finally Speaks Louder Than Lies
There is something deeply sacred about sitting with your grandchildren, surrounded by the calm of a safe space, and sharing the beauty of your past — the parts that were good, that were free from fear and full of connection. Recently, I found myself doing just that: reminiscing about times when family was joyful, whole, and… Read More “Redefining Family Legacies: Breaking Cycles and Building Joyful Futures”
By Linda C J Turner, Therapist & Advocate In the journey of healing from abuse, one of the most painful aspects can be the betrayal of those who were once your support system—especially when they claim to follow Christian values. If you’ve experienced abandonment or betrayal by people who once stood by you, it’s natural… Read More The Conflict Between Christianity and Enabling Abuse: Finding the Truth in the Midst of Betrayal
Sometimes, all you need is faith — not answers, not guarantees, not even a clear roadmap. Just faith. That small but mighty flame that keeps flickering even when the wind blows hard against it. That whisper in your soul that says, “Keep going… something beautiful is waiting on the other side.” By Linda C J Turner, Therapist &… Read More Faith
By Linda C J Turner, Therapist & Advocate There’s a sacred rhythm to life — a kind of divine choreography that unfolds not according to our urgency, but according to a higher wisdom. And no matter how much we push, plan, or pray for things to happen now, the truth is simple and powerful: You cannot… Read More The Art of Perfect Timing: Trusting the Unfolding of God’s Plan
A New Kind of Easter – One of Peace, Not Pain For over three decades, special occasions felt like emotional battlegrounds. Holidays like Easter, Christmas, or even my own birthday became days I dreaded rather than celebrated. I was often alone or, worse, punished for crimes I never committed. I lived in a world where… Read More A New Kind of Easter – One of Peace, Not Pain
🧠 The Cost of Manufactured Martyrdom: Why Self-Pity Is Not the Same as Suffering 🧠 Let’s talk about something difficult but necessary: the fine line between honoring your pain and weaponizing it for sympathy. True pain—whether physical, emotional, or spiritual—deserves tenderness, compassion, and space to heal. But when someone pretends to be ill, exaggerates their struggles, or constantly plays the victim in… Read More 🧠 The Cost of Manufactured Martyrdom: Why Self-Pity Is Not the Same as Suffering 🧠
“When the Truth Is Inconvenient: You Decide What Kind of Person That Makes Her” Some truths are so painful, so staggering in their betrayal, that you almost don’t want to believe them yourself.You sit with the facts, you replay the events, you ask yourself, Surely not? Surely no one would go that far?But they did.And when… Read More “When the Truth Is Inconvenient: You Decide What Kind of Person That Makes Her”
“They Judged Me by Their Own Unethical Standards: How Shallow and Transparent” There’s a peculiar kind of judgment that reveals more about the person casting it than the one receiving it. It’s the kind that doesn’t come from reflection or truth, but from projection—where people measure others by the standards they themselves secretly fail to… Read More “They Judged Me by Their Own Unethical Standards: How Shallow and Transparent”
The Sin of Silence: When Compassion is Absent and Christianity Becomes a Costume There is nothing more isolating than standing on the edge of despair, heart shattered, soul threadbare, desperately trying to hold on—and being met not with care, but with silence. And when that silence comes from people who claim to walk in the… Read More The Sin of Silence: When Compassion is Absent and Christianity Becomes a Costume
