Author: thesheisproject

Beauty from Ashes - Megans Story

Beauty from Ashes – Megan’s Story

High school was not the best of times for me. To be honest, I used to avoid even thinking about it. Sure, there are some precious memories from those years, but the hard parts always seemed to outweigh everything else. I was a thin and fragile girl and I struggled with mental health issues for a while. I can still remember standing in the middle of the cafeteria in the 10th grade and glancing over …

Beauty from Ashes - Sarah's Story

Beauty from Ashes – Sarah’s Story

I became a Christian in my early twenties but didn’t really have an understanding of what this meant and it had little impact on how I lived my life. I got married and had a son but the enemy knew exactly what to do to get me off track and it happened pretty quickly and involved an old boyfriend! Once I went off track things got a bit wild. I drifted along living an increasingly …

Finding My Mother – Sara’s Story

Finding My Mother – Sara’s Story

I have known that I am adopted for as long as I can remember. My parents encouraged me to find my birth parents but it never really interested me, although I did think about my birth mother on my birthday and Mother’s day. I am so thankful that she chose life for me and I told my friends and family ‘if I ever do meet her I want to say thank you for my life.’ …

Divorce was not meant to be my story – Julie’s Story

Divorce Was Not Meant To Be My Story – Julie’s Story

Divorce was one of those things that was never going to happen to me, like never in a million years. If someone had told me that I would be on my own, as a single mum for 10 years, I would have said, ‘No way, not a chance, not going to happen!’ Divorce was not meant to be my story. I met my husband when I was 22 and we were both working for the …

It’s Time to Heal - Brianna’s Story

It’s Time to Heal – Brianna’s Story

“So, several people from church have told me you have a split personality disorder.”  I leaned closer to the passenger door of my date’s pickup truck and felt tears begin to brim in my eyes.  These were some of the first words my “date” said to me on the way to the restaurant.   I felt ashamed, confused and misunderstood.  Not only was the accusation untrue, it was a defamation of character, lies that were being …