Writing Through the Lens of Healing
Some people go for walks to clear their mind. Others talk it out, paint, or play music. For me, it has always been writing. Not because I always know what to say, but because writing is where I figure out what I feel. It’s the place where I let the knots in my chest slowly untangle. The place where I hear myself think, and more often than not, where I hear God speak.
I didn’t set out to be someone who writes about healing. I thought I had to be “healed” first. I thought I had to have all the answers or at least a little more closure. But I’ve come to learn that healing doesn’t wait for clarity. It often begins in the middle of the ache. And that’s exactly where many of my words have been born.
There have been moments when I sat down to write a devotional and ended up crying halfway through. Not because the topic was hard, but because I realized I still needed the truth I was trying to give away. There have been times I’ve written fiction scenes that felt so tender it surprised me, as if God was letting me process something real inside a made-up story. The page has become a quiet mirror. One that gently reflects what I’ve been avoiding, but also reminds me that I don’t have to stay stuck in it.
Some of my most healing moments have happened when I didn’t plan to write about anything deep. I would sit down to journal and end up pouring out things I hadn’t fully acknowledged — grief, family tension, identity struggles. Not every part made sense on the page, but the moment I released it, I felt lighter. It was like writing a letter to God, even when I wasn’t sure how to pray. The thoughts I had been carrying alone suddenly had somewhere to go. I wasn’t holding it all by myself anymore, and in those moments, I didn’t feel so alone in my pain.
Writing has helped me name things I didn’t know how to pray. It’s helped me release emotions I didn’t want to carry anymore. It reminded me that I am not too broken to be used. In fact, sometimes the most meaningful words come through the cracks.
Not everything I write makes it into a book or a post. Some pages stay tucked in my journal. Some prayers stay between me and God. But even those are part of the process. Even those are healing.
If you’ve ever felt like your own story is too messy to matter, I hope you know this: God doesn’t wait until we’re fully healed to use what we’ve lived through. He often starts right in the middle. Right in the scarred, sacred places we thought disqualified us.
Writing won’t fix everything. But it has walked me through some of my hardest days. It’s been a place where pain and purpose have met. And I pray that the words I share with you carry that same grace — a little hope, a little softness, and a reminder that you’re not alone in your becoming.
Reflection Question:
Has writing, journaling, or creativity ever helped you process something you couldn’t say out loud?
What is one story or emotion you’re holding that might need space to breathe?