You are not your wound.
But you are also not someone who was never wounded.
The temptation is to swing between two extremes:
either over-identify as a victim,
or pretend the pain never happened.
But maturity holds both.
You can acknowledge what hurt you
without being defined by it.
You can carry scars
without letting them carry you.
Your scars are not your identity.
But they are part of your story.
And your story has made you stronger than you know.
This week, write one scar and one strength it formed.
Not to dwell on the pain.
To honour what you've become because of it.
You are not broken.
You are marked.
And the marks have made you deeper.