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A welcoming support community for those healing from trauma:
Welcome to Resilient Roses!
A sacred space for healing hearts and rising souls.
Here, survivors become gardeners—tending to their wounds, planting truth, and blooming in resilience.
Whether you’re just beginning your journey or learning to bloom again, you are not alone.
Read My Story
My Story: From Pain to Purpose
For most of my life, I’ve carried invisible wounds.
From the age of 12, I was caught in a cycle of abuse — physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. What followed was years of trauma that shaped how I saw myself and the world.
By 25, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I live with depression, PTSD, and anxiety. Every day is a battle — with my mind, my past, and the pain I’ve endured. I’ve faced moments so dark I didn’t think I would survive them.
But I did.
Because even at my weakest, God met me there. And my children — they gave me a reason to fight when I had none left for myself.
I still take things one day at a time. Healing is not a straight path, but I’ve decided to walk it with faith. I’ve chosen to advocate for myself, even when my voice shakes. And now, I want to help others do the same.
Resilient Roses was born out of my journey — a space for healing, truth, and growth.
I may not have it all figured out yet, but I believe our pain can be turned into purpose.
Footprint's in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with
the Lord. Scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In
each, I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were
two sets of footprints; other times there was only one.
During the low periods of my life I could see only one set of
footprints, so I said, "You promised me, Lord, that you would
walk with me always. Why, when I have needed you most,
have you not been there for me?"
The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set
of footprints, my child, is when I carried you."
He Carried Me- My Testimony
There was a time when I had lost everything.
I was at my lowest — homeless, hopeless, broken. I was on the streets, and I had nothing left to hold onto. I didn’t come from a religious background. I wasn’t raised in church. I didn’t know how to pray. But in that moment, with no one else to turn to, I cried out to God.
And He answered.
It was in the darkest pit — the place where I thought I was completely alone — that I found out I wasn’t walking at all.
I was being carried.
That’s why Footprints in the Sand means so much to me. Because I lived it. I used to ask God, "Why is there only one set of footprints? Where were You when I needed You most?" And He showed me: "My child, that’s when I was carrying you."
I didn’t find God in a church.
I found Him in the street — in the silence, in the suffering, in the desperation.
And that’s when my journey began.
At Resilient Roses, we believe healing isn’t about hiding your wounds—it’s about letting them bloom into strength
This is more than a website.
It’s a safe space.
A soft landing for survivors.
A garden for the brokenhearted.
Whether you’re battling the shadows of your past or rediscovering your worth,
you are seen, you are supported, and you are not alone.