Sis, Tell Your Story… Somebody Needs to Know You Survived 💜😭

 💜 Becoming Her: Sis, Don’t Be Afraid to Tell Your Story

Listen, sis…

Don’t be afraid to tell your story.

I know there are parts of it you wish you could erase.

Parts that still make your eyes fill with tears.

Parts you don’t talk about because you’re afraid people will look at you differently.

The heartbreak.
The rejection.
The mistakes.
The nights you cried yourself to sleep and still got up the next morning like everything was okay.

The seasons when you were everybody else’s strong friend… while quietly falling apart yourself.

Yeah, sis.

That part of the story too.

Somebody Needs the Version You’re Trying to Hide

For the longest time, some of us learned how to survive by saying:

“I’m good.”

Girl, knowing good and well we were NOT good. 😭

We learned how to fix our face before walking into the room.

How to encourage everybody else while needing encouragement ourselves.

How to pray for other people while whispering, “God, please don’t forget about me.”

And because we survived it, sometimes we want to close that chapter and never talk about it again.

But what if somebody needs to hear how you made it through?

What if another woman is sitting in the same darkness you once sat in, believing she’s the only one?

What if your “Me too, sis” is the very thing that helps her breathe again?

You Don’t Have to Tell It Perfectly

You don’t need a microphone.

You don’t need a platform.

And you definitely don’t need a perfect ending.

Sometimes your testimony is simply:

“Sis, I’m still going through it, but God is keeping me.”

Whew. 😭

Because sometimes we think a testimony can only be shared once everything is fixed.

No.

There are women who need to see what faith looks like in the middle.

When you’re still praying.

Still healing.

Still waiting.

Still wiping tears.

Still trying to understand.

But somehow…

still choosing God.

I’m Learning Not to Be Ashamed of My Scars

There are things I’ve walked through that I never would’ve chosen for myself.

There have been seasons that hurt.

Seasons that changed me.

Seasons when I questioned myself.

Seasons when simply getting through the day was enough.

But I’m beginning to understand something:

I don’t have to be ashamed of the woman who survived those seasons.

She did the best she could with what she had.

She cried.

She prayed.

She fell.

She got back up.

And little did she know…

God was using all of it to help her Become Her.

Your Story Isn’t Just About What Happened to You

Sis, your story isn’t only about the pain.

It’s about the fact that you’re still here.

You survived something you once thought would destroy you.

You got out of the bed.

You went back to school.

You started over.

You walked away.

You forgave.

You asked for help.

You chose yourself.

You found God again.

Whatever your story looks like, don’t minimize how far you’ve come.

Somebody is praying for the strength to make the decision you already made.

And One Day, Someone Will Hear Your Story…

…and she’ll cry.

Not because she feels sorry for you.

But because for the first time, she’ll realize she’s not alone.

She’ll hear your story and think:

“Wait… she went through that too?”

“She cried too?”

“She almost gave up too?”

“And God still used her?”

Yes, sis.

He did.

And He can use her too.

That’s why you can’t be ashamed of your testimony.

Your story isn’t for everybody.

But somebody is assigned to hear it.

Some woman is going to find hope because you were brave enough to tell the truth about what God brought you through.

So tell it.

Tell the messy parts.

Tell the painful parts.

Tell them about the nights nobody saw.

But baby, don’t you dare leave God out of the ending.

Tell them how He kept you.

Tell them how He carried you.

Tell them how you thought you were finished…

but God wasn’t finished with you. 😭🙌🏾💜

Sis, don’t be afraid to tell your story.

There is another woman somewhere thinking she can’t make it.

Your testimony might be the reason she decides to try one more day.

And maybe that’s part of why God allowed you to survive it.

Keep healing.

Keep telling the truth.

Keep giving God the glory.

And keep Becoming Her. 💜

— Tatianna E. Williams | The Becoming Her Blog