An Open Letter to My 25 Year-Old Self

Hey Mama,

I know you’re about to go through hell.

But that’s the key word… through.

You will get through.

Right now, you might be passed out on the bathroom floor again.

Or being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.

Your body feels like it’s betraying you, and the fear is louder than your breath.

I know you’re scared.

I know you wonder if you’re going to make it.

Mama… you do.

Jesus and Corey get you through.

I know you’re afraid Corey will get tired of carrying you to the bathroom.

Of bathing you.

Of helping you brush your teeth.

Of learning how to communicate through blinking.

But hear me—he never will.

In fact, he loves you in the most beautiful and selfless ways.

You learn how to make the most of every moment together.

Your love doesn’t weaken under pressure—it deepens.

He truly becomes your safest place and your best friend.

I know you feel crazy.

Like you’ll never get answers.

Like no one believes what’s happening inside your body.

But you do find answers.

You kiss a few frogs, but you find doctors who listen.

Doctors who don’t tell you it’s “all in your head.”

Doctors who don’t accuse Corey of hurting you.

Doctors who help you name what’s really happening.

You will be told some horrible things.

Let me say this clearly: It is ALL BS.

You are not demonic.

This is not because of sin—yours or Corey’s.

You do not have a spirit of sickness on your life.

What you do have is a real, intimate, living relationship with Jesus.

One filled with encounters, miracles, and deep comfort in the waiting.

You may have noticed I keep calling you Mama.

That’s because one day, the most beautiful miracle of all arrives.

Your greatest dream.

Your greatest adventure.

So hold onto this truth with everything in you:

If it’s not good, it’s not the end.

I’m writing to you from a life that’s truly thriving.

The dreams you whispered while lying in bed?

We live them.

We become them.

Your future is gorgeous, Mama.

So please… hold on.

Hope and love always,

Your almost 40-year-old self 🫶

If this letter met you where you are, stay here with me.

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