From Hurt to Healing: A Woman Rewritten

07/01/2025

🕊️ I Am Not My Yesterdays 🕊️

This is probably one of the most personal things I’ve ever shared. Writing this poem was emotional—but freeing. I’ve lived through some dark chapters: addiction, regret, pain I didn’t know how to face. I drank to feel social, to quiet the storms inside me. I made choices I’m not proud of. I ran from hurt that broke me wide open.

But by the grace of God… I’m still here. And I am not who I used to be.

It’s been 21 years since I used drugs, and 7 years sober from alcohol. Every day since has been part of my healing, and I owe everything to God for carrying me when I couldn’t carry myself. Without Him, I wouldn’t be alive today—let alone proud of the woman I’ve become.

I don’t share this for pity or praise. I share it because healing is possible. Change is possible. And sometimes, our past isn’t something to hide, it’s proof of how far we’ve come.

This poem is my truth. If you read it, thank you for seeing me.

I Am Not My Yesterdays
Written by Amy Trevino

I’ve walked through fire no one saw,
Burned by choices, scarred and raw.
A younger me, lost in the haze,
Drugs and drink blurred all my days.
I chased a numbness I couldn’t name,
Trying to quiet the silent shame.

I drank to laugh, to be at ease,
To silence storms, to try to please.
I drank to talk, to feel less small,
To fake a strength that feared the fall.
I used to smile to hide the ache,
But inside, I was bound to break.

I did some things I don’t defend,
Took paths I wish I didn’t bend.
Not proud of all I’ve said and done,
But I was fighting just to run.
Running from pain that shattered me deep,
That haunted my days and stole my sleep.
And in that darkness, I lost my way,
But not my soul, not all the way.

Twenty-one years since I laid drugs down,
Since I stepped away from the chaos and drowned.
And seven years sober from drinking too,
A quiet promise I swore I’d do.
Each day I’ve fought, I’ve earned, I’ve healed,
With open wounds that time has sealed.

But if I’m standing here today,
It’s not just strength that cleared the way.
It’s God who held me when I fell,
Who walked me through my private hell.
When I had nothing left to give,
He gave me grace, and let me live.
Without His love, without His light,
I’d still be lost in endless night.

Time, relentless, pulled me through,
But God is why I’m something new.
He turned my pain into a voice,
He gave me peace, He gave me choice.
Not in a bottle, not in a high,
But in the truth that never dies.
I’m not who I was, and never will be,
Because His mercy covered me.

I am not my yesterdays.
Not the reckless nights or the toxic haze.
Not every scar or broken thread,
Though they live in me, they’re not what’s led.
I carry them, yes, but they don’t define
This wiser heart, this life that’s mine.

Now, I live for the sacred few,
My family, real and tried and true.
A handful of hearts who’ve earned their place,
Who see the light behind my face.
They know the quiet behind my eyes,
The storm I weathered, the lows, the highs.
They’ve seen the walls and watched them fall,
They’ve loved the pieces, flaws and all.

I don’t need crowds or grand applause,
I’ve stepped away, I’ve hit pause.
My circle’s small, but full of grace,
Just those who know my truest face.
You may think I’m shy or hard to read,
But I open up when the soul has need.

There’s power in stillness, in walking slow,
In choosing who gets in and who must go.
My silence isn’t empty space,
It’s peace hard-won, it’s saving grace.
So if you know me, you really know,
You’ve touched a place few get to go.

I’ve been the storm and I’ve been the stone,
I’ve danced in crowds, yet felt alone.
But now I walk with both feet firm,
And love the life I had to earn.
So judge me not by who I was,
I’ve paid the price, I’ve earned the pause.

This is my truth, my song, my stand,
A quiet heart, an open hand.
Not perfect, but alive and free,
And by God’s grace... I'm finally me.

© 2025 Amy Trevino. All rights reserved.

06/12/2025

Some nights, the weight is too much to sleep. But even then, I remind myself: I've made it this far, and I’m still here.


📜 Poem

"Sleepless"
Written by Amy Trevino

The night won’t hush,
it hums with ache and questions
no one can answer.
I toss beneath the weight
of a thousand maybes,
each one heavier than the last.

Pain has made a home in me,
not a guest,
not a passing storm,
but a tenant
that’s settled into my bones,
drawn maps of torment
on every inch of who I am.

The clock glows in the dark,
cold and unfeeling.
Each hour it counts
is another I spend
chasing peace I can’t catch,
grasping at breath
while dread curls
like smoke in my chest.

My mind won't be still.
It plays scenes I don’t want to see,
bad news in cold rooms,
white coats, clipped voices,
a future made of shadows.

I want to scream
but I whisper instead,
softer than sleep,
louder than silence:
“Please let it be nothing.”
“Please let it be over.”
“Please let me be me again.”

And still,
I lie here,
tired but wired,
fragile but burning,
afraid of morning,
afraid it won’t bring relief.

But somewhere beneath the fear,
a whisper rises,
not loud,
not certain,
but real.

I have survived
every ache,
every answer,
every unknown.
And even if this road
winds further than I hoped,
I will walk it.

One step,
one breath,
one sunrise at a time.

© 2025 Amy Trevino. All rights reserved.

06/07/2025

06/07/2025

Never Alone
Written by Amy Trevino

When shadows fall and hope feels far,
When life leaves yet another scar,
When tears fall silent in the night,
God stays beside us in the fight.

He doesn’t promise skies of blue,
Or days untouched by trials too,
But in the storm, He calms the sea,
And whispers, “Child, you’re safe with Me.”

He walks the valleys deep and wide,
With mercy always at our side.
Each burden that we try to bear,
He lifts with love, because He cares.

Though we may stumble, feel unsure,
His steady grace will still endure.
Through darkest pain and deepest ache,
He’s there with every step we take.

Not once has He turned heart away,
Not once forsaken us halfway.
Our cries are heard, our souls are known,
Through every trial, we're not alone.

So when the road feels rough and long,
Remember, He is ever strong.
No hurt too heavy to outlast
The faithful love that holds us fast.

© 2025 Amy Trevino. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited.

06/06/2025

**Long post with a new poem I just wrote at the end**

To all of us who live with chronic pain, this is for you.
You are not lazy. You are not weak.
You are fighting a battle that most people will never see or understand.
You are not alone.
We may be changed by pain, but we are still here. Still trying. Still strong. 💛💜❤️💙

Please take a moment to read my poem, "The Ache Beneath My Skin."
Written from the heart, for every soul who just wants their life back.



The Ache Beneath My Skin
Written by Amy Trevino

I wake to a war that no one can see,
A battle within the shell of me.
Limbs like anchors, breath feels tight,
Even morning steals the night.

The world moves fast, I move slow,
Each step a struggle few will know.
Smiles feel fake, laughter thin,
A storm outside, a scream within.

Some ask, “Why don’t you get up and try?”
As if I haven’t, each day, I cry.
Not for pity, not for show,
But for the strength to just go.

I'm not lazy, weak, or cold,
This pain is ruthless, quiet, bold.
I want to live like others do,
To chase the sun, to dance, to move.

I miss the me I used to be,
Before this ache took hold of me.
Before my joy was trimmed with fear,
Before the light grew thin and sheer.

It’s not just my body, it’s my mind,
Exhausted, fractured, misaligned.
Hope flickers small, a candle low,
But still, I rise, I let it glow.

Because I do still dream, still try,
Even when I don’t know why.
Even when my mirror lies,
And pain paints shadows in my skies.

So when I cancel plans or fade,
Please don’t think I’ve just strayed.
I fight each day to just exist,
This isn't a life that I would’ve picked.

But still, I’m here. I breathe. I cope.
My heart still dares to hold on hope.
And though this body wears me thin,
There’s a deeper strength within.

I fight for better days ahead,
For mornings not wrapped in dread.
For peace that lingers more than pain,
For laughter I don’t have to feign.

To those who’ve never felt this fire,
Don’t judge the quiet or lost desire.
It takes a strength you’ll never see,
To live like this and still be me.

And yet, despite the hurt, I stay,
I reach for light in my own way.
Not who I was, but still I breathe,
And yes, I still believe.

© 2025 Amy Trevino. All rights reserved.
Please do not copy or share without credit.

05/27/2025

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05/27/2025

Letting Go Without an Apology
Written by: Amy Trevino

It’s a strange kind of ache,
to be hurt by the ones who were supposed to love you the most.
To carry pain that no one ever acknowledged,
and wait for an apology that may never come.

But I’ve learned something:
forgiveness isn’t about them.
It’s about me.
My peace. My healing.
My decision to no longer carry what was never mine to bear.

I brought my pain to God.
Told Him all the things I never got to say.
And in the quiet, I heard:
“Let it go, child. I see you. I’ve got this.”

So I’m forgiving, not because they deserve it,
but because I deserve to be free.
Free from bitterness.
Free from the past.
Free to live with an open heart again.

They may never say sorry.
But I’m done waiting.
This is me choosing peace.
Choosing healing.
Choosing God to fill the spaces where their love never reached.

© 2025 Amy Treviño. All rights reserved.
These words are the soul’s imprint—please do not copy, share, or reproduce them without permission.
Quotes may be borrowed with care and proper credit.

05/24/2025

I Am Rising
Written by: Amy T.

There was a time when I let the world tell me who I was,
when I handed over my light to people who didn't know how to hold it.
But not anymore.

I have walked through fire, and I carry the ashes as proof that I survived.
Each scar is a story, not of weakness, but of strength.
I am not broken, I am healing.
And healing isn’t pretty, but it is powerful.

I no longer seek validation in the eyes of others.
My worth was never up for debate.
I am enough, exactly as I am, and beautifully becoming all that I am meant to be.

From this day forward, I protect my peace like sacred ground.
I no longer shrink to fit into places I’ve outgrown.
I will not let anyone dim my light or plant doubt in my soul.

I rise, every day, with intention,
with love for myself,
and with the fierce knowing that I deserve joy, freedom, and respect.

I am not who I was,
and I will never again let anyone bring me down.
This is my time. This is my truth.
And I choose me—always.

© 2025 Amy Treviño. All rights reserved.
These words are the soul’s imprint—please do not copy, share, or reproduce them without permission.
Quotes may be borrowed with care and proper credit.