When No One Understands

Recently, I posted a quote on Facebook that said,
"Healing is hard when the pain isn't something people can see."
To my surprise, the post resonated with so many people.
It reminded me how often we carry invisible wounds — wounds that, because they aren’t visible on the outside, often go unnoticed, misunderstood, or minimized.

There were many times during my healing journey when I silently wished people could somehow see what I had survived.
I thought, if they could just catch a glimpse of my past...
If they knew the trauma I endured, the heartbreak I carried... maybe then they would understand why I sometimes pulled away, why I hesitated, why I struggled to trust or show up fully.

Instead, more often than not, I was met with misunderstanding.
Judgment.
Shame.

It became difficult to draw close to others because I feared their rejection.
Holidays were especially hard — not because I didn’t want to celebrate, but because every festive moment seemed to remind me of the love I never received.
Taking risks? Building dreams? Putting myself out there?
Those things felt terrifying, because every failure felt personal — not just a mistake, but confirmation of the deep, broken places inside me.

The truth is: not everyone will understand your healing journey.

They may not validate your pain.
They might never acknowledge the mountains you had to climb just to stand where you are today.

But here’s what I’m learning — and what I want you to know, too:

God sees you.

He sees the broken places you’re too tired to explain.
He sees the battles you fight quietly behind closed doors.
He was there in every moment when no one else showed up.

When no one else understood you — He did.
When no one else made time for your pain — He did.

God has always been a safe place for the hurting.

A healer for the unseen wounds.
A Father for the moments you feel utterly alone.

You don’t have to explain yourself to Him.
You don’t have to perform or prove your worth.
You are fully known and fully loved — even in the messiest parts of your becoming.

Sis, healing is hard, especially when no one else sees the pain you're carrying.
But please remember: you are never unseen.
You are never unloved.
And you are never alone.

God is with you — every quiet, courageous step of the way.
Always.