I’m not sure where to even start.
There are so many things this song and video have stirred up in me this past week.
The title of this blog just mirrors what I am realizing within myself—
Everything I have experienced— is there ever a point where I can scream out in agony — “Enough already!”?
Is there going to ever be a complete healing, or is God just going to have to keep gouging out the infected areas of so many deep, wounds that reach far beneath the surface of my very essence and existence?
Is there going to be a “sometime” where I can expect full healing to just be complete?
I mean— before God takes my spirit to Heaven?
The lyrics— once again God has given NF the words I just can’t ever put together to fix the puzzle of my darkest days past.
“I got some traumas that I can’t forget…”
But I’m not allowed to talk about them.
I’ve never been allowed to talk about them.
And now that I’m older, I’m just supposed to continue on like they never happened— or they never affected me.
It’s time to be real!
I’ve skirted so many issues over the years, even in here, because of this invisible jail cell of silence I’ve been “sentenced” to.
I grew up traumatized by a mentally ill dad.
Just like the wish from the little girl in the video, as she blew out her candles— I left every bit of that behind so I could walk into a new life, as I followed closely— desperately— after Jesus.
Jesus forged my path into surviving, and becoming a victor— no longer a victim.
The mental and emotional abuse, on their own were enough to destroy me— except for Jesus reaching down into my life when I was just 5 or 6.
The physical abuse was more than any child should ever have to bare— and I bore it completely alone— except for Jesus.
No one reached out to me to comfort me, no one apologized to me — ever— for what my dad stole from me, and the ways he hurt me.
No family member ever had my back, was in my corner, or placed me into safety.
When my dad tried to murder my mom on Mother’s Day— he beat her with the sides of his fists— no one talked me through the effects of that.
I saw what he did.
That little girl’s face in this video— that reflects me as a child so accurately!!
I don’t know probably the majority of things he did to my mom— because she refuses to talk about stuff with anyone.
My mom has always had an underlying hate and embarrassment for me— for as long as I can remember.
She was always at work.
I had no relationship with her, other than she worked to make sure we had necessities.
And I am grateful for that.
But— I was robbed of a healthy, Godly relationship with her.
So— watching this HAPPY NF video— and trying to get a firm grasp of the lyrics that draw blood with every point made— so many things I’ve coated the surface over screamed in agony.
God has delivered me from the PTSD of my childhood— but His healing continues to go deeper, and becomes more intricate each time He has to gouge out more infections I didn’t even know are there.
Infections that keep healing from being thorough.
Infections only God can see, and His timing to remove them knocks the wind out of my spirit at times.
“Living in my agony, watching my self-esteem go up in flames…” “Truth is I don’t know who I’d be if I was happy…”
What exactly is happy, anyway?
I think it’s a mirage.
Like Paul, I have learned how to become content.
So— I may not smile, I may not be outgoing and talk easily with strangers, or even acquaintances.
I have too many experiences to have that sort of carefree freedom.
I did not escape the traumas of the first half of my life unscathed.
I still freak out inside when I think about the cougar that used my head as his chew toy when I was 7 or 8.
I still feel the deepest sadness that I will never have any sort of relationship with my parents that I see so many of my friends now have, or had.
“I have family that I just can’t connect with.”
That’s why I moved away.
If I hadn’t followed God to where I am now, I doubt I’d be alive today— or want to be.
I am so very thankful for the second half of my life where God redeemed me and He provided me with a path and the support I have needed to move forward.
No one else had ever had my back.
God always has.
I am who I am today because God picked me up and carried me through trauma after trauma.
He saved my life more than once.
He Saved my soul.
He listened to me, and I have no doubt He has wiped away my rivers of tears many times.
Where I have been failed time after time by the people in my life, God never fails me.
For that reason alone I am able to rejoice despite so many years of suffering.