Through Trauma to Grace

Retreating to the closet made me feel like I was invisible to the world. Focused on survival, those moments were the only times I felt safe. In the closet, I could let all the pain surface, hot tears running down my face, while my body would tremble within silent sobs of hurt and agony. Somehow, in those dark, depressing hours in that closet, in between trying to protect my mom, I learned to pray. Years later, the issues I had been dealing with as a child were resurfacing as an adult. My bouts of depression were becoming more frequent, and my husband and I had hit a hard patch in our marriage. I had been spending some time in the closet, crying, and praying for God to take away the darkness that was trying to engulf me again. I knew I had to come out of the closet, but I felt like I was carrying the closet around with me at this point, because I felt I had to be there for her once more. Join Katrina for an unforgettable story of the transition of a small girl to a mighty woman of God who would break the generational chains and enclosures that had entrapped her and her family for too long.