Church Trauma is Real

 Eunice loved the church. It wasn’t just a building with stained glass windows and wooden pews , sit was her second home. From childhood, she had grown up learning memory verses, dancing in the choir, and holding onto every word spoken from the pulpit. She believed that the church was the safest place in the world. A place where broken hearts found healing, where the rejected were embraced, and where love was more than a word , it was a way of life.

But everything changed.

It began with whispers. Comments about how she dressed, how she asked too many questions in Bible study, and how she seemed “too close” to certain people who didn’t fit the church’s perfect image. One day, a close friend of hers , a girl who had made a mistake and gotten pregnant was silently shunned by the church. Eunice refused to abandon her. She stood by her, visited her, and prayed with her. For that, Eunice herself became the next target.

A church elder called her aside and said coldly, “Be careful. If you keep associating with such people, you’ll be seen the same way.” The words cut deeper than she expected. That Sunday, the preacher delivered a fiery sermon about “rebellious spirits” and “hidden sins corrupting the youth.” No names were mentioned, but every glance in the congregation confirmed what Eunice already knew the message was about her.

Her heart sank. The place that once uplifted her was now crushing her.

Psalm 41:9 says, “Even my close friend, someone I trusted, one who shared my bread, has turned against me.” For Eunice, those words became painfully real.

She stopped going to church. No one called. No one asked if she was okay. The silence was louder than any sermon she’d ever heard.

Eunice entered what she called “the silent season.” She tried to pray, but the words felt dry. She opened her Bible, but the verses seemed distant. Worship music, once her greatest joy, now brought tears instead of peace. She felt as if her relationship with God had been buried under the weight of people’s judgment.

She often asked, “Lord, if your people have hurt me like this, where are You?” But she held on to one verse: Psalm 34:18  “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Then, one evening, everything changed.

Scrolling through Instagram, Eunice paused on a post. It said, “Healing is still holy. Church trauma is real. But so is restoration.” The words stopped her in her tracks. It was a quote from Pastor David Ford, the author of Church Trauma. She had never heard of him before, but something about those words felt like a lifeline.

She followed the link to his book and read a line that brought her to tears: “Sometimes you have to feel the weight of your pain so God can carry it for you.” In that moment, she realized that what she had gone through had a name. It wasn’t rebellion. It wasn’t backsliding. It was trauma. Church trauma.

Eunice bought the book that night and began to read. Page after page, she felt seen. Every chapter was like medicine to her soul. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t the only one. She wasn’t faithless—she was wounded. And healing was possible.

She started journaling. She poured her heart out to God again—not in perfect churchy words, but in raw, honest cries. And slowly, healing began. She forgave those who never apologized. Not because they deserved it, but because her heart needed to breathe again.

She found a small Bible study group filled with people who had similar stories. No one judged. No one pretended. They simply loved. For the first time in a long while, Eunice felt like she could breathe again. She wasn’t afraid to be herself. She didn’t have to be perfect to be accepted. She realized that God had never left her . He was just waiting to heal her outside the walls that had hurt her.

Psalm 147:3 became her anthem: “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

Eunice’s faith was restored. Not in people, but in God. She began to speak at youth meetings and church conferences. Each time, she would begin with the same words: “Yes, I was hurt in church. But I met Jesus again outside the building. And now I’ve returned not to the same system, but to the same Savior.”

1 Peter 5:10 spoke deeply to her: “And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.”

Today, Eunice’s story is not one of bitterness but of breakthrough. She doesn’t hide her pain. She shares it, because she knows there are many others like her silent, wounded, and afraid to speak.

To them, her message is simple:

Church trauma is real.

But so is healing.

And healing is still holy.