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HOW TO KNOW YOU ARE WOUNDED AS AN ADULT AND NEED EMOTIONAL HEALING

Not every wound bleeds.

Some wounds grow up with you.

They follow you into friendships, relationships, marriage, parenting, your workplace, and even your relationship with God.

You may look perfectly fine on the outside, yet there are parts of you that are still reacting to things that happened years ago.

Sometimes, what you call your personality is actually a wound you never had the opportunity to heal from.

Here are some signs that you may be emotionally wounded and need healing:

YOU STRUGGLE TO TRUST PEOPLE, EVEN WHEN THEY HAVE GIVEN NO REASON NOT TO: You are always expecting betrayal, disappointment or abandonment.
You constantly analyse people's actions because deep down, you are afraid of being hurt again.
Your mind keeps saying, “Don't get too comfortable. They will eventually leave.”
That may not be intuition.
Sometimes, it is an old wound trying to protect you from experiencing the pain you experienced before.

YOU FIND IT DIFFICULT TO RECEIVE LOVE: Someone compliments you, and you immediately dismiss it.
Someone wants to care for you, and you feel uncomfortable.
Someone treats you kindly, and you begin wondering what they want in return.
When you have experienced rejection, neglect or conditional love for a long time, genuine love can feel unfamiliar.
And sometimes, we reject what we prayed for because we have not learned how to receive it.

YOU ARE EXTREMELY AFRAID OF MAKING MISTAKES: You feel like you must always get things right.
You apologise excessively.
You become anxious when someone is displeased with you.
You may have learned very early that mistakes came with shame, harsh criticism or rejection.
So now, as an adult, you are constantly trying to prove that you are good enough.

YOU STRUGGLE TO SAY “NO.”: YOU SAY YES WHEN YOU WANT TO SAY NO:
You overextend yourself because you are afraid of disappointing people.
You feel guilty for setting boundaries.
You keep sacrificing your peace to keep everyone else comfortable.
Sometimes, people-pleasing isn't kindness.
Sometimes, it is the survival strategy of someone who learned that being accepted depended on keeping other people happy.

YOU BECOME EMOTIONALLY DISTANT WHEN SOMEONE GETS TOO CLOSE: You want love, but when someone gets close, you pull away.
You want companionship, but vulnerability scares you.
You may even convince yourself that you don't need anyone.
Independence is good.
But when your independence is built around “I can never depend on anybody because people always disappoint me,” there may be a wound underneath it.

YOU CONSTANTLY NEED REASSURANCE:
You need people to tell you they are not angry.
You worry when someone's tone changes.
You overthink delayed replies.
You wonder whether people still love you when they become quiet.
This can happen when your nervous system has learned to associate changes in people's behaviour with danger or rejection.

YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY EXPRESSING YOUR EMOTIONS: You say, “I'm fine,” when you are not.
You would rather cry alone than tell someone that they hurt you.
You suppress anger, sadness and disappointment until they eventually come out as resentment, withdrawal or emotional explosions.
You may have learned that expressing emotions was unsafe, embarrassing or useless but suppressed emotions don't simply disappear, they often find another way to speak.

YOU ARE OVERLY SENSITIVE TO CRITICISM OR REJECTION:
A simple correction feels like an attack.
A disagreement feels like rejection.
Someone not choosing you makes you question your worth, this doesn't mean you are weak, it may mean that the present situation has touched an old wound.
Sometimes, the intensity of our reaction is connected not only to what happened today, but to what today's situation reminds us of.

YOU KEEP CHOOSING RELATIONSHIP WHERE YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FOR LOVE: You are attracted to emotionally unavailable people.
You keep trying to prove your worth to people who don't value you.
You mistake inconsistency for mystery and struggle for love.
Sometimes, we don't choose what is healthy.
We choose what feels familiar.
And what feels familiar is not always what is good for us.

YOU HAVE A HARD TIME BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE ENOUGH: No matter what you achieve, there is always another mountain to climb before you feel worthy.

You compare yourself constantly.

You feel like everyone else is ahead.

You believe you must achieve more, look better, earn more or become more before you deserve love and acceptance, but your worth was never supposed to be earned through performance.

YOU ARE STILL ANGRY ABOUT THINGS THAT HAPPENED YEARS AGO:
You thought you had moved on, nut certain memories still trigger tears.
Certain names still make your heart tighten.
Certain situations still make you angry.
Forgiveness does not mean pretending that what happened didn't hurt.
Healing means you can remember what happened without allowing the wound to continue controlling your present.

YOU FIND YOURSELF SAYING, “I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM LIKE THIS.”:
Sometimes, there is a reason, your reactions may have roots.

Your fears may have a history.

Your coping mechanisms may have been created during seasons when you were simply trying to survive.

Understanding the root doesn't excuse unhealthy behaviour, it gives you the opportunity to change it.

But here is the beautiful part...

Being wounded does not mean you are broken beyond repair.

You can heal.

You can learn to trust again.

You can establish healthy boundaries.

You can learn to receive love without suspicion.

You can stop punishing yourself for what someone else did to you.

You can become emotionally healthier than the environment you grew up in.

And most importantly, God can meet you in the places you have spent years hiding.

Psalm 147:3 says:
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.”

You don't have to pretend that you are okay just because you survived.
Survival was necessary then, but healing is necessary now.

Sometimes, the next chapter of your life cannot be built with the emotional patterns you developed in the chapter where you were wounded.

It may be time to stop asking, “What's wrong with me?” and start asking, “What happened to me, and what does God want to heal in me?”

Healing begins when you become honest about the wound and you don't have to heal alone.

When you enable abusers and silence the victims, you are not better than the abusers. ©️ Mercy Olorunsaye

Some parents may never say, “I love this child more than the others.”
But children are often very sensitive to the difference.

They notice who gets more attention.

Who is defended more quickly.

Who is praised more often.

Whose mistakes are easily forgiven.

Whose needs are considered first.

And sometimes, the painful part isn't even that a parent has a favourite.

The real damage begins when the child who feels less preferred starts believing they are less valuable.

A child may grow up constantly trying to prove that they are worthy of love.

They become the “good child” who never wants to disappoint anyone.

Or the rebellious child who says, “I don't care,” while secretly wishing someone would notice their pain.

Or the adult who struggles to receive love because deep down, they still wonder:
“What is wrong with me that I wasn't chosen?”

Dear parents, you may naturally connect more easily with one child than another. Their personalities may be different. One may require more attention at a particular season. That's human.
But don't allow your preference to become your child's emotional wound.

You don't have to love every child in exactly the same way, but every child should experience your love, security and acceptance, because children shouldn't have to compete with their siblings for their parents' affection.

To every child turned adult that is a victim of this, your worth was never determined by how much attention your parents gave you.
If you grew up feeling like the less-loved child, please don't spend your entire adulthood trying to win the love you should have received freely.
You are not less valuable because someone failed to make you feel valuable.
God's love for you isn't based on your position in the family, your achievements, your obedience, or whether you were somebody's favourite.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” — Jeremiah 31:3

To every parent reading this:
Your children may forget many things you bought for them, but they may carry for years the way you made them feel about themselves.

Give them memories of love, not a childhood they will spend adulthood trying to heal from.

Heal.

Reconnect.

Break the cycle.

©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth

Lemian came back from school one day, excited to see her mother. She ran to her and hugged her.
But instead of receiving the warmth she needed, her mother pushed her away and said:
"You are too clingy. You are always jumping on people. Maybe that is how you are jumping on boys in your school."

Something broke inside Lemian that day.

And sadly, it wasn't the first time her mother had spoken to her that way.

She was only a child, but she understood rejection.

She understood that the person she wanted to run to for affection did not want her affection.

So, little by little, she stopped running to her mother.
She stopped sharing things.
She stopped seeking comfort.

She began withdrawing, exactly as her mother had unknowingly taught her to.

Years passed.

Lemian became an adult, and one day her mother began complaining:
"My daughter is no longer close to me. She doesn't tell me anything. We don't have the bond we used to have."
But what the mother didn't understand was that the distance she was experiencing as an adult had its roots in the wounds she inflicted when her daughter was a child.

Those words were spoken years ago, but they remained in Lemian's memory.

Children may grow up, but they don't automatically forget how they were made to feel.

Some parents push their children away when they need them the most, only to desire closeness when those children become adults.

But bond does not occur overnight.

You cannot spend years making a child feel unwanted and suddenly expect adulthood to erase the memories.

Yes, a grown child may still honour their parents.

They may send money.

They may buy gifts.

They may show up when there is a need.

But there is a difference between filial responsibility and emotional intimacy.

A child can fulfil their responsibilities to a parent while still carrying a heart that has learned to keep its distance.

And sometimes, rebuilding that bond requires more than simply saying, "Why are you no longer close to me?"

It requires acknowledging the wounds.

It requires taking responsibility.

It requires genuine repentance, consistent love, patience, and sometimes, with God's help, allowing healing to take place over time.

Dear parent, pay attention to how you are raising your children today.

The way you speak to them matters.

The affection you give or withhold matters.

The favouritism they witness matters.

The child you constantly compare sees everything.

The child you neglect while focusing on another child is watching.

The child you repeatedly embarrass is listening.

The child you keep rejecting is learning something about themselves from your rejection.

And yes, children remember both the good and the painful experiences.

The seeds you plant in their hearts today may become the fruit you encounter tomorrow.

So, don't wait until your child becomes an adult before you begin trying to build the relationship you should have nurtured when they were young.

Hug them.

Listen to them.

Correct them without humiliating them.

Apologise when you are wrong.

Let them know that discipline does not mean rejection.

Let them know that home is a safe place.

And above all, ask God for the wisdom to raise children whose hearts are not only obedient, but also secure in love.

Because one day, they will grow up.

And when they do, you will want them to remember home as the place where they were loved, heard, accepted, corrected with wisdom, and safe to be themselves.

Dear parent, don't unknowingly create the gap you will later spend years praying to close.

Heal yourself.

Heal your parenting.

Give your children the kind of love that will make them want to come home, even when they are grown.

©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth

Read all these gently and know how childhood trauma affect adults. Do not under estimate the negative effect of childhood trauma.

"Since you are no longer a virgin, you are not new to it, let's just do it and ask God for forgiveness." That was what Alfred told Sarah his fiancee during their conversation about sexual purity.

"Really? Are you serious right now? You want me to go back to my vomit?" No way, it will not happen. Sarah responded getting surprised that someone who claim to have relationship with God is telling her that they should defile bed.

"I am highly disappointed in you, I thought you have genuine relationship with God." Sarah added.

"See, I am not in for all these drama o, what is there in doing it once? who knows if you still have womb because of your past, now you want to form innocent for me." Alfred fired at her.

"You know what? This will not work, let's end this nonsense and go our separate ways." Sarah replied him angrily and she stood up leaving him behind.

" See you, at 34 you are still choosy, your biological time is tickling every second" Alfred said to her mockingly but she ignored.

After the incident Sarah told her mentor that the relationship has been dissolved, she explained in details what happened and her mentor applauded for her courage to cut it off despite the pressure from her parents.

Afterward, Sarah got to know that Alfred has been deceiving ladies with marriage, he has three baby mamas that he is not even responsible for the children's upkeep.

"Haaa! God, thank you for saving me from this mess, so, this what I would have gotten myself into." Sarah appreciated God.

Some months after, Sarah met her God ordained man, they got married after 6 months and live happily afterward.



©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth

THE HIDDEN BRUISES

Episode 12

(Final Episode)

The truth Amara kept running from finally found its voice… but speaking it would change everything she thought she was protecting.

STORY BEGINS

The night was unusually quiet.

No loud arguments.

No footsteps that made her flinch.

Just silence… the kind that feels suspicious when you’ve lived too long in chaos.

Amara sat on her bed, fully dressed, like she was waiting for something she didn’t understand.

Her phone lay beside her.

Mrs. Daniels’ words kept replaying in her mind like an echo she couldn’t switch off.

“Don’t let silence become your only way of surviving.”
Amara pressed her hands against her ears.

But silence wasn’t outside anymore.

It was inside her.

The Return of the Conversation
A soft knock came again.

This time, Amara already knew who it was.

Mrs. Daniels.

She didn’t rush in like before. She waited.

That waiting mattered.

Amara opened the door slowly.

Their eyes met.

No long speeches.

No pressure.

Just presence.

Mrs. Daniels spoke gently, “I’m not here to force you.

I’m here because I promised you something without saying it out loud.”

Amara’s throat tightened.

“What promise?”

“That you wouldn’t have to carry this alone forever.”

The words broke something open.

Not loudly.

Quietly.

The kind of breaking that happens inside a heart before it ever shows on the face.

The Truth Starts to Rise

Amara looked down.

Her voice came out small.

“If I talk… everything will change.”

Mrs. Daniels nodded. “It will.”

That honesty almost made Amara step back.

Because part of her didn’t want change.

Even pain can feel safe when it’s familiar.

Amara whispered, “You don’t understand what happens when I speak up.”

Mrs. Daniels answered softly, “Then help me understand.”

That wasn’t pressure.

It was permission.

And somehow… that was harder to resist.

The Breaking Point

Amara’s breath shook.

Her fingers trembled.

For years, she had built her life around not saying it.

Not naming it.

Not making it real.

But silence had never protected her.

It had only contained her.

Her voice finally cracked through the wall she had built.

“I’m tired,” she said.

A pause.

Then again, louder this time.

“I’m tired of being scared in my own home.”

The words fell into the room like something heavy finally put down.

Mrs. Daniels didn’t interrupt.

She didn’t rush it.

She just listened.

After the Silence Breaks
Amara kept going, once it started.

“I always try to be good… I try not to make mistakes… I try to stay invisible so nothing happens.”

Her voice broke completely.

“And it still happens anyway.”

Tears came, not dramatic, not loud—just real.

The kind she had been holding back for years.

Mrs. Daniels stepped forward slowly and placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to shrink to survive anymore,” she said softly.

Amara didn’t respond right away.

Because for the first time… she wasn’t trying to survive.
She was feeling.

The First Step Out

Outside, the world was still the same.

But inside Amara, something had shifted forever.

Not everything was fixed.

Not everything was solved.

But something had started.
And that mattered more than perfection.

Mrs. Daniels looked at her and said, “This is not the end of your story. This is just the end of your silence.”

Amara wiped her tears slowly.

For the first time, she didn’t look away from the truth.

She nodded.

Not because everything was okay…

But because she was finally ready not to face it alone.

FINAL SCENE
The camera of life doesn’t show a perfect ending.
It shows a beginning.
Amara standing at her door.

Not hiding.

Not shrinking.

Just… present.

And for the first time in a long time, her silence no longer defined her.

THE END

©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth

THE HIDDEN BRUISES

Episode 11

Amara thought silence was finally saving her life… until the one person she trusted most began asking questions she wasn’t ready to answer.

STORY BEGINS

The house felt quieter than usual that morning.

Not peaceful.

Just… tense.

Amara sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands like they belonged to someone else. The marks on her spirit weren’t visible, but she could feel them the way you feel a bruise you keep pressing without meaning to.

A knock came.

Three soft taps.

“Amara?” Mrs. Daniels’ voice slipped through the door gently. “Are you awake?”

Amara didn’t answer immediately. She swallowed, forcing her voice to behave.

“Yes.”

The door opened slowly.

Mrs. Daniels stepped in holding a small paper bag. “I brought you something to eat. You didn’t finish dinner last night.”

Amara nodded once. “I wasn’t hungry.”

That wasn’t the truth.

But it was easier than explaining the truth.

Mrs. Daniels didn’t push. She just placed the bag on the table and sat beside her.

And that was the problem.

She sat too close to peace.

Amara wasn’t used to that.

The question that shifted everything, for a while, neither of them spoke.

Then Mrs. Daniels asked softly, “Amara… have you ever felt like you’re always trying to survive in your own home?”

Amara’s fingers froze.

Her chest tightened.

That question didn’t feel like curiosity.

It felt like recognition.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Amara said quickly.

But her voice betrayed her.

Too fast.

Too defensive.

Mrs. Daniels watched her carefully, not judging, just noticing. “You don’t have to explain everything at once.

But I need you to know something…”

She paused.

Amara finally looked at her.

“I see you,” Mrs. Daniels said. “And I don’t think what you’re going through is just ‘strict parenting’ like you’ve been told.”

The room went still.

Even the air felt like it stopped moving.

Amara’s heart began to pound harder.

“No,” she whispered. “You don’t understand. It’s not like that.”

But her voice cracked at the end.

And that crack said more than her words ever could.

The breaking point Inside silence, Mrs. Daniels didn’t move closer this time.

She didn’t force anything.

She just spoke gently.

“Sometimes,” she said, “when someone has been hurt for a long time, they learn to defend the very thing that is hurting them… because it’s familiar.”

That sentence landed somewhere deep.

Too deep.

Amara stood up suddenly.

“I didn’t say I’m hurt,” she said sharply. “Why are you saying that? Why are you trying to turn everything into something bad?”

Her breathing was uneven now.

Her emotions were spilling out faster than she could control.

Mrs. Daniels stood too, but slowly, carefully.

“I’m not trying to accuse you of anything,” she said. “I’m trying to help you understand what you’ve been carrying alone.”

That word, alone, hit harder than anything else.

Amara turned away.

Because if she looked at her too long, something inside her might break open.

And she wasn’t sure she could survive what came out.

The Door That Didn’t Open… Yet

“I should go,” Amara said quickly.

Mrs. Daniels didn’t stop her.

But before Amara reached the door, she said one last thing:
“You don’t have to tell me everything today. But don’t let silence become your only way of surviving.”

Amara froze.

Her hand hovered on the door handle.
For a second… just a second…
She almost turned back.

Almost spoke.

Almost let it out.

But she didn’t.

The door opened.

And she walked out carrying everything she refused to name.

Ending Scene
Mrs. Daniels sat back down slowly after she left.
Her eyes stayed on the empty space Amara had just occupied.
“She’s closer than she thinks,” she whispered to herself.
But healing rarely moves in a straight line.
And Amara… was still standing at the edge of her first real truth.

TO BE CONTINUED…

©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth

THE HIDDEN BRUISES

Episode 10

Just when Amara thought she was finally stepping into peace…

Life opened a new door for her.

A door that looked like progress.

Like destiny.

Like healing finally becoming something visible.

But sometimes, even good doors come with painful choices waiting on the other side.

STORY BEGINS

A week after the confrontation with Daniel, Amara noticed something shifting at work.
People were talking again.

Not about the scandal.

But about her.

Her name had started coming up in meetings.

Her ideas were being referenced.

Her quiet consistency was finally being seen.

One afternoon, her manager called her into the office.

Amara walked in cautiously.

"You wanted to see me?"

Her manager smiled.

"Yes. Sit down."

Something about his tone made her nervous.

He leaned forward.

"We’ve been reviewing internal talent for a new leadership position."

Amara’s heart skipped slightly.

"A leadership position?"
He nodded.

"And your name keeps coming up."

Silence filled the room.
Amara blinked slowly, trying to process it.

"You’re serious?"

"Very."

He slid a document across the table.

"It’s a project lead role.

Bigger responsibility. Bigger visibility. And honestly… a big shift in your career."

Amara stared at the paper.
Her hands felt cold.

For a moment, she couldn’t speak.

This was everything she had worked for.

Everything she had quietly dreamed of.

But something inside her tightened.

Because healing had changed her.

She wasn’t the same person who used to chase validation just to feel worthy.
She looked up.

"When would this start?"

"Immediately if you accept."

Amara nodded slowly.

"I’ll think about it."

Her manager smiled.

"Take your time."

But life rarely gives us as much time as we need.

That night, everything changed.

Her phone rang late.

It was her mother.

But the voice on the other end wasn’t calm.

It was shaking.

"Amara… you need to come."
Amara sat upright.

"Mom? What’s wrong?"
Silence.

Then her mother spoke softly.

"It’s your grandmother."

Amara’s chest tightened.

"What happened?"

"She collapsed earlier today."
The words hit like a shockwave.

Amara couldn’t breathe for a second.

"Is she…?"

"She’s alive," her mother quickly said.

"But she’s very weak."

Amara stood up immediately.

"I’m coming now."

The hospital smelled like disinfectant and fear.

Amara rushed through the corridors until she saw her mother sitting outside a room, her face drained.

"Mom."

Her mother stood quickly and held her.

Amara’s voice shook.

"What happened?"

Her mother wiped her eyes.

"She didn’t want to go to the hospital earlier… she kept saying she was fine."

Amara felt a tightness in her chest.

They both looked toward the room.

Through the glass, her grandmother lay still, attached to machines.

The woman who once seemed so strong… now looked fragile.

Too fragile.

Amara stepped closer slowly.

Her mind flooded with memories.

The confession.

The pain.

The years of misunderstanding.

She had just begun to understand her.

Just begun to forgive her.
And now… this.

A doctor walked in.

He spoke gently but firmly.

"She’s stable for now, but her condition is serious. She needs support and care moving forward."

Amara’s throat tightened.
Support.

Care.

Responsibility.

Everything suddenly collided.
Because at the same time this was happening…
She had just been offered a new future.

A leadership role.

A life-changing opportunity.
And now life was asking her a question she wasn’t ready for.

Stay and care for the woman who once wounded her childhood…
Or step into the life she had finally begun to build.

That night, Amara sat between two worlds.
One filled with ambition and growth.

The other filled with pain… but also unfinished healing.
Mrs. Daniels’ words echoed in her mind.

"Healing doesn’t always feel like comfort. Sometimes it feels like responsibility."

Amara closed her eyes.

Tears slipped down her face.
Because for the first time, she understood something deeply.

Life wasn’t just asking her to heal.

It was asking her to choose what healing would look like.
And whatever she chose…
Something would be left behind.

©️ Mercy Olorunsaye
Emotional Healing Advocate
Guiding Teens | Youths | Parents | Women
Coach for Emotional Strength and Growth