Not exactly Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John…
but I lived to tell it.
There was no bright light.
No choir.
No parting skies or angelic soundtrack.
Just me.
Curled on the floor of a life I no longer recognized,
screaming into a silence
that somehow—didn’t swallow me.
🧠 Resurrection, But Make It PTSD-Informed
I didn’t rise on the third day.
I crawled out on a random Tuesday
with dirty hair, shaky hands,
and the kind of breath
that only comes after you’ve seriously considered not taking the next one.
Nobody rolled away the stone.
I kicked it until my feet bled.
And then I limped out
before the darkness could convince me to stay.
🩸 A Gospel for the Almost-Gone
This isn’t a parable.
It’s a neurological resurrection.
The moment your body decides
it wants to live again—
even if your brain hasn’t caught up.
I wasn’t healed.
I wasn’t whole.
But I was here.
And that was holy enough.
✝️ Sacred Truth for the Still-Shaky
This is for:
- The ones who survived the overdose, the breakdown, the moment that should’ve ended everything
- The ones who woke up gasping, not grateful
- The ones whose resurrection didn’t come with applause
- The ones still figuring out what it means
to choose life with shaking hands
🧠 Psychological + Spiritual Insight:
- Survival isn’t always dramatic.
Sometimes it’s quiet.
Sometimes it looks like brushing your teeth with tears in your eyes. - Trauma recovery is a resurrection in real time.
Not all at once. Not with trumpets.
But slowly. Cell by cell. - You don’t have to die to come back to life.
Sometimes it’s enough that you almost did—and didn’t.