Get Real With Angela: Healing the Wound I Didn’t Know I Carried

If you haven’t already noticed, I find deep meaning in symbolism—objects, numbers, dates. These markers have become reminders to me, especially of breakthrough moments.

And today, May 6, 2025, is one of those memorials. I'm remembering the day of my spiritual rebirth, an experience that took place back in 2001.

At the very center of my transformation is my faith. Jesus didn’t just save my soul. He rescued my mind. My healing began when I finally laid down the exhausting need to fix myself and surrendered to the One who had already paid the price for my freedom.

There have been many milestones in my healing and deliverance journey. As I’ve been writing my memoir, Unmasked, I uncovered a need to find a Clinical Trauma Therapist. It

became obvious that there were still hidden memories that needed to be processed.

A Journey Through ART and God's Healing Presence

Today, I experienced something called Accelerated Resolution Therapy (ART)—a type of eye-movement and guided imagery therapy that helps the brain process and re-file painful memories so they no longer carry the same emotional weight.

My therapist led me through a Metaphorical Moment Script. Suddenly, an image surfaced, a memory I didn’t know was still hiding in me. I was just a little girl being choked. An act of violence I thought I had forgotten. But my body remembered. The tightness in my chest, the way my throat sometimes closes up, and the fight to find my voice all trace back to that moment.

We continued working through the script and my therapist instructed me to release light from my body, to let it flow through my extremities. But when it reached my throat, it stopped. The trauma had built a dam there. It wasn’t until I continued processing and surrendering that I felt the light finally push past my throat, into my mind, and out the top of my head.

And then something incredible happened. At the end of the session, I replaced the traumatic image with a new one. A healing vision. I saw myself standing at a waterfall, being refreshed, and then walking toward a fountain. But I wasn’t alone. I brought my younger self, little Angela, with me. In that moment an overwhelming wave of peace flooded my mind and body.

What This Means for You

Maybe your story looks different from mine, or maybe parts of it feel painfully familiar. Either way, I want you to know you don’t have to keep carrying what’s been buried. You don’t have to settle and just keep surviving.

What happened to you was not your fault, but choosing to heal is your invitation. Just like I discovered, there’s a moment when you stop trying to fix yourself and start allowing God to lead you into the deep places where true healing begins. Freedom is not just for others. It’s a promise available for you too!

💬 I’d love to hear from you.

Have you experienced a moment like this in your journey? Or are you still waiting for that breakthrough? Drop a comment or send me a message.

All my fondest love,

Angela Martin