Emotional healing
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The Detour – Chapter 3
We call ourselves The Healing Collective, though for now, it’s a small planning committee of us three: Jeff, Lesley, and me. It was Jeff’s idea. He believes divorce doesn’t have to be all tears and grief. Maybe we can laugh,… Continue reading
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The Detour – Chapter 2
The next day, Jeff sends a group text, full of encouragement and that earnest energy he’s known for. One by one, everyone chimes in. I even spot Donna’s number among the contacts, which makes me grin. Of course, I can’t… Continue reading
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The Detour – Chapter 1
The last Divorce Recovery class is ending when Jeff suggests a group hangout. “Something light to end on,” he says, his voice booming with a confidence that fills the room. Cody, our facilitator, smiles and vouches for him. I watch… Continue reading
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The Setbacks
“Know your wounds, see your patterns, learn your lessons.” ~ Lisa Malabanan Continue reading
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Part 5 All the Parts that make Me Whole: I Am the Journey
When I look back at the path behind me — the wandering, the resisting, the running, the falling, the rising — I finally see the truth that was woven through every step: I was never lost. I was becoming. Every… Continue reading
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Part 4 A Writer
Just when I feel like I’m finally catching up with life, God tests me again. And the question is one I’ve struggled with for years — not because it’s complicated, but because I’ve never believed I could answer it honestly.… Continue reading
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Part 3 Who am I?
Who am I? I am… Pause. Breathe. Be here at this moment. I finally understand the power in those words. What God, Creator, Universe has been trying to relay to me. That I am both empowered and empowering. That my… Continue reading
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Part 2 Walk With Me
“Lisa, take a walk with me,” God said. It was another request — gentle, persuasive, and still somehow loving. And like the rebellious teenager I tend to be with God, I resisted. I knew what a walk meant. It meant… Continue reading
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Part 1 My Journey
I didn’t realize how far I had drifted from myself until the silence of my unwritten stories became louder than the noise of my daily life. After so much reflection, I’ve come to understand something that had eluded me for… Continue reading
