💔 Bright Soul – Let Your Soul Breathe

From 2022 to 2025, life didn't just knock me down—it dragged me through the fire.

I lost my father, and the wounds between us were never healed. I met my mother for the third time in my life, only to feel the sting of disappointment all over again. Then came COVID. I lay in bed with a blood sugar level of 469, feeling death crawl up my body. I watched my life slip through my fingers, unsure if I’d ever get it back.

I was drowning in toxic workplaces—belittled, broken, barely surviving the emotional abuse. My body gave out again. Illness without answers. Pain without relief. And just when I thought I couldn’t take another hit, a drunk driver crashed into me—physically, emotionally, spiritually. I felt empty. Depressed. Done.

I told my aunt, “My soul hurts. It’s tired.” She fussed at me, knowing exactly what that meant. “You just need to breathe. Just breathe, Beverly.” And in that breath, Bright Soul was born.

          🔥 The Fight You Didn’t See

Yes, I gave you the rundown of all the bad—because we often don’t see the good hiding inside the pain. You see, I wasn’t just lying down and taking it. I was fighting.

Before my dad died, I had the hard talk with him about how he hurt me. The mental abuse. The physical abuse. The words. And even though he denied my truth, I told him I forgave him. Whether he accepted it or not, I gave that forgiveness freely. He died one year later.

I—me—found my mother. She didn’t find me. I met her face-to-face and told her about my life and the pain of her absence. But I was met with the same sad story and an unreasonable demand—one that only a mother who had raised her daughter should make.

I had weight-loss surgery to take my life and health back. I jumped off a building that was 855 feet in the air—yes, I jumped, and I survived. I went through intense therapy that made me face my fears, my childhood, my abusive relationships, my trauma, and my pain. I did the work.

I earned my bachelor’s degree and now I’m just one class away from my master’s. I walked away from jobs that treated me like I didn’t matter. I forgave the drunk driver. God saved two lives that day—mine and his.

            💡 The Healing Begins

You see, I did the work. I’m not perfect. I was broken. I was cut open. But God did the surgery—and I’m healing. I had to let my soul breathe.

Psalm 23:3 (ESV) He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

The Lord restored my soul. My Shepherd took my hand, walked me through the fire, and placed me in right standing.

             ✨ Now It's Your Turn

Let the Lord be your Shepherd. Let Him give you the rest your soul so desperately needs. The breath of life He gave to Adam—He gave to you too.

You can take back everything

that’s held you captive in the body you feel trapped in.

It takes work. It takes trust. It takes tears. It takes a fight. But Bright Souls—it takes everything if you want your soul to breathe.

Isaiah 60:1 “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.”