Dear Fearless Family,
If you've ever been afraid to love again, afraid to be fully seen, known, or even hurt, then I want you to know this space is for you. What I'm sharing today is just one part of my story, and it's a testimony of the goodness of God and the gentle way He heals hearts.
Heartbreak has always been one of the hardest things for me to walk through. I’ve always felt things deeply, and because of that, I carried a lot of anxiety around giving my heart to someone. When you’ve been hurt before, the idea of being vulnerable again can feel terrifying.
Before I knew Jesus, one of my deepest heartbreaks left me in a place where I didn’t know how to sit with the pain. I was overwhelmed by the ache in my heart and the emptiness that followed, so I searched for ways to escape it. I turned to partying, drinking, and smoking to get high—not because I wanted that life, but because it helped me avoid feeling the depth of my pain. When I was distracted or under the influence, the hurt felt quieter. The broken pieces of my heart felt temporarily held together.
Over time, what began as a coping mechanism became something I leaned on too heavily. I started to feel numb. I cried less. And I told myself I was strong because I didn’t feel the pain the way I once did, but in reality, I had just learned how to suppress it. Eventually, I realized I didn’t like the feeling of being dependent on anything to get through the day. I lacked clarity, peace, and joy. So I decided to stop.
When I removed the numbing, everything I had been avoiding came rushing back. The emptiness. The questions. The weight of wondering who I was and what my life was meant to look like. Then one morning, it all caught up to me. After a night of partying, I spent the day crying, feeling lost, confused, and unsure how to begin again.
That day, alone in my closet (I don't know why I was in my closet), I prayed a simple and honest prayer:
“God, help me leave this life. Send me someone who will help me find my purpose.”
The very next day, God answered.
He sent someone into my life who invited me to a church life group and that invitation marked the beginning of everything changing for me.
This is how I finally met the missing puzzle piece in my life. Jesus.
As I began walking with Jesus, He gently healed parts of my heart I didn’t even know were wounded. He redeemed what I thought was broken beyond repair. He took away what wasn’t good for me and replaced it with something better. He softened my heart and taught me that vulnerability isn’t weakness, and that guarding your heart doesn’t mean closing it off completely—it means stewarding it wisely.
Life with God wasn’t perfect or pain free, but it was full of peace. It was a season of learning what it meant to be fully known, seen, and loved by Him. And that love changed the way I viewed EVERYTHING. Especially relationships.
As time went on, I found myself navigating new feelings and connections. Each experience taught me something—about myself, about love, and about trusting God. Some relationships didn’t work out, not because of a lack of care or effort, but because we weren’t meant to walk in the same direction. While those moments were painful, I don’t carry resentment. I’m grateful for what they taught me and for the growth that came from them.
What I’ve come to realize now is how much God has changed me. I went from needing to numb my pain to being able to sit with uncomfortable emotions and trust God through them. I once wished for a hardened heart, but now I’m thankful for a heart that feels—because feeling means I’m alive, and it means I’m capable of loving deeply.
Through this journey, God showed me how much love I have to give, not only in romantic relationships, but to friends, family, and people who are walking through seasons I once walked through myself. He revealed to me the gift of encouragement and the beauty of showing up for others with compassion and grace.
When it comes to love, I no longer see past experiences as failures. I see them as protection and preparation. God sees what I can’t see, and I trust Him with my heart. I’ve learned that love always carries risk, but fear no longer gets to lead my decisions. Peace does.
Today, I know this to be true:
I am capable of loving again.
I am capable of being vulnerable again.
And I am deeply grateful to have a heart that feels.
This is only one part of my story. But it is a testimony of the goodness of God, who restores what was broken and teaches us how to love again.
To the person on the other side of this screen who is still healing...
This is my prayer for You!
Lord, thank you for being close to the brokenhearted. Thank you for meeting us in the places where pain once lived and gently restoring what felt beyond repair. I pray for every person reading this who is afraid to love again, afraid to be seen, or afraid to hope.
Cover their heart with your perfect peace. Heal what still feels tender. Lord, teach them how to guard their heart without hardening it. Remind them that they are fully known and deeply loved by you Jesus. And that YOUR plans for them are good.
Give them courage to trust You with their story, to be patient with you in the process, and peace as they continue to heal because we know that healing is a lifelong journey. I pray Lord that they may rest in the truth that nothing they have walked through was wasted, and that You Lord are faithful to finish the work You began in them.
In Jesus name, Amen.
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With love and gratitude,
Mayra
Founder of The Fearless Co.