Every Scar has a story

 

“The Scars That Preach"

Every scar tells a story…
Mine whisper of battles I never should’ve survived —
childhood pain, the fog of mental illness, the dark pull of self-harm.

For 20 years, I didn’t believe in God at all.
I was an atheist — angry, logical, numb.
If you’d told me I’d one day talk about Jesus with joy,
I would’ve laughed in your face.

But God wasn’t laughing.
He was waiting.
Watching over a girl who thought she was too broken to fix,
too scarred to save.

Then at 25, He met me in my wreckage —
not with lightning, but with love.
He breathed life into my dry bones
and called me daughter.

Now these scars aren’t shame.
They’re scripture on skin —
proof that resurrection is personal,
that Jesus still reaches into graves and pulls people out.

If you’re reading this and still in the fight —
please don’t give up.
Your story isn’t over.
God is still writing. ✍️

🕊️ Ezekiel 37:1–14 | Isaiah 61:3
#Testimony #Survivor #Faith #MentalHealthAwareness #JesusHeals

theyre not pretty but what they represent IS, they're mine. walking, living testimony. ❤ God saved me from my worst enemy...me and has redeemed my story.

as to the scars on my skin, healed and recovered from sh addiction.

if you or anyone you know struggles, please seek help!

Disclaimer / Content Note
I am fully healed and in recovery. These are old scars — not new injuries. This post is not meant to glorify self-harm in any way, but to normalize healing and living in your own skin without shame.

If you or someone you love is struggling with self-harm or suicidal thoughts, you’re not alone. Please reach out for help:

U.S. & Canada: Call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (24/7, free, confidential).

U.K. & Ireland: Samaritans at 116 123 (free).

Canada (Youth): Kids Help Phone 1-800-668-6868.

International: https://www.iasp.info/resources/Crisis_Centres/
(global hotlines).

Healing is possible. You matter. ❤️

17h

Grit and grace series introduces first work: I wrote the wound, it was the balm, poem collection, real, raw, gritty and redemptive, AVAILIBLE NOW

 Title: I wrote the wound, it was the balm 

Author: Telle WIld Rose 

Release date: July 19, 2025 

All rights reserved. please do use for personal, group or ministry uses, but do NOT change or alter anything about the book. 

Format: PDF

Price: FREE

AVAILABLE NOW!!! Download

Photo information: person picture of telle wild rose's arm of old healed scars. removed background in background remover program, added text via canva

⚠ Caution!!! ⚠

📘 How to Use This Book

I Wrote the Wound, It was the Balm isn’t meant to be read all at once.

It’s a conversation. A mirror. A safe place.
And like healing, it moves at your own pace.

Here are a few gentle ways to walk through these pages:

• Start with the poem that speaks to your current state.
  There’s no need to go in order. Let your soul guide you.
  
  

• Read mindfully—see not just the wound but the hidden underlineing the balm.
  Pause in between. Breathe. Let the Scriptures response sink in slowly.
  
  

• Use the journal prompts throughout or at the end to start your own conversations with God.
  
  

• Don’t rush your healing.
  This book is here for the days when you don’t have words, the nights when you’re unraveling, and the mornings when the sun rises again… even just for a moment.
  
  

You can come back to it as many times as you need.
Each time, you’ll find something different waiting for you.
And each time, God will still be speaking.

⚠️ Author's Note & Content Warning

Dear Reader,

This collection is raw. It is real. It is mine.

Inside these pages, you will find vulnerable expressions of mental illness, trauma, self-harm, suicidal ideation, spiritual grief, and emotional pain. Some poems may be unsettling or heavy—because they were written in the dark before I found my way back to the light.

This book is not a glorification of suffering.
It is not a romanticizing of pain.
It is a record—a testimony—of survival,
and of the whispers of God calling me home.

If you are sensitive to topics around self-harm, depression, or emotional abuse, please proceed with care.
Take breaks.
Skip sections.
Come back when you’re ready.
You don’t owe the book more than you have to give.

If you are currently struggling, please know: you are not alone.
You are deeply loved, and there is always help, even when it feels unreachable.

I share these pages not as a perfect person,
but as a witness to grace in the middle of a storm.

Let this book be what it needs to be for you.
And let the final note always be this:

You’re still here.
And that is holy.

With tenderness,
Telle Wild Rose