“Can you see the suffering children behind me?” Dr. Frank asked. I looked around his office, searching for a picture of children, maybe from a mission trip. But there was nothing.

I’ve been seeing Dr. Frank for most of my adult life, yet I couldn’t figure out what he meant. I was there for my routine physical, going over blood work when he asked how I was doing. Physically, I was fine, but I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just lost my entire family.

Not the kids. Anything but my boys, God—anything.

I was on a three-year streak of horrible luck.

Victim, Survivor, Thriver, Triggered, Broken, and Story—these are just a few of the many words that can stand in the way of moving mountains and becoming my best self.

Faith isn’t easy. For those of us who have been abused and traumatized by it, faith can be a nightmare. Let’s talk about what faith is and what it isn’t.

“Nobody would listen to me.”

It took decades after her suicide attempt for her to find the courage to tell me why she tried to take her life—twice.

Nobody did listen, and sadly, not even I did. The data proves it: we still don’t.

These five words are the driving force behind Little Voices of Truth.