There are chunks of my life I don’t remember. Moments that feel like shadows, names I forget, and days that disappear in a blur. For a long time, I thought that made me broken.
But now, I’m starting to believe it was mercy.
Trauma affects the brain in ways most people don’t talk about. It’s not just emotional—it’s physical, neurological. When you’re constantly in survival mode, your brain doesn’t file memories the same way. Sometimes, forgetting is how we protect ourselves.
And maybe—just maybe—God stepped in and covered some of those memories Himself.
I used to feel shame about my memory gaps. I felt embarrassed when I couldn’t recall dates, details, or entire seasons of my life. But I’ve come to see that what I thought was damage might actually be divine protection.
I don’t need to remember every wound to heal from it. I don’t need to relive every pain to move forward. Some things are better left in God’s hands.
Now, I choose to focus on what I can remember—the moments of grace, the steps forward, the times I chose not to give up.
If you’re living with memory loss from trauma, please hear this: You are not broken. You are surviving something that tried to take you out. And healing is still for you.
Reflection:
Is there a memory you’ve been trying to force yourself to recall? Maybe it’s time to release it—and trust that if God covered it, He did it for your good.
You are not forgotten—even when the past feels like a blur.
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