Some days I ask God if He forgot me.
Because it hurts.
Because it’s lonely.
Because everything I knew is falling apart and I’m the one sitting in the rubble, holding pieces that don’t fit anymore.
But He hasn’t buried me.
He’s planted me.
And planting doesn’t feel holy.
It feels like dying.
Like loss.
Like isolation.
Like everyone pulling away while you try to hold on.
Breaking Generational Pain
I was born into dysfunction.
I inherited pain I never asked for.
I watched patterns repeat that I didn’t know how to escape.
But I’m breaking it.
Right here.
Right now.
And the enemy knows it.
That’s why the fight has been so intense.
Because I’m not just healing for me — I’m healing for the ones who come after me.
I’m breaking chains that others accepted as normal.
Willpower Wasn’t Enough
I’ve tried to fix myself with willpower.
Tried to push through and act strong.
Tried to numb the pain or pretend it wasn’t there.
But I don’t want to just survive anymore.
I need spiritual power.
And that’s what God is giving me — in the quiet, in the tears, in the dark.
When all I can whisper is, “Jesus, please.”
The Shift Inside Me
My spirit is changing.
I feel it.
The people and places that once felt familiar now make me uneasy.
Not because I hate them.
But because I’m not her anymore.
The girl who stayed silent.
The girl who settled.
The girl who smiled through the pain.
She’s gone.
I’ve grown.
And some people can’t handle that.
And I’ve stopped apologizing for it.
This Pain Has Purpose
Yes, this season hurts.
But that doesn’t mean I’m being punished.
It means God is doing something deep.
Something holy.
He’s growing me.
Stretching me.
Rooting me.
Because what’s coming… is big.
And I need deep roots to hold it.
Obedience Over Popularity
God’s been stripping things away.
People I thought would stay.
Plans I thought were certain.
But I trust Him.
Because I’m not here to be popular — I’m here to be obedient.
This isn’t about a platform.
It’s about purpose.
And sometimes, that means walking alone.
Being unseen.
Feeling like you missed something.
But you didn’t.
You’ve just been set apart.
The Fruit Will Come
This is planting season.
And planting feels like death.
But it’s actually life in disguise.
The fruit that’s coming?
It’s going to be more than I prayed for.
More than I imagined.
Because it’s not about me.
It’s about what God can do through someone willing to surrender — even when it hurts.
Final Thought
If you’re in a painful season…
If you feel stripped, pruned, or hidden…
You’re not being buried.
You’ve been planted.
And the fruit will come.
💬 Comment if you can relate.
You’re not alone in this season. Keep going. You’re growing.
Wellness From Within with Richelle 