A Journey of Healing and Hope
If you’ve seen the film [Time Still Turns The Pages - 年少日記], you’ll understand a little of my story—the ache of feeling unseen, the weight of believing you’re not enough. Like the film’s protagonist, my childhood was marked by struggle. Teachers labeled me “rubbish”; my grades in Hong Kong’s rigid academic system felt like proof I was “useless.” My parents’ disappointment cut deep, and I carried the harsh inner vow like a shadow: “I am not worthy; I am a shame of the family; I do not deserve to be loved.” For years, I believed it. My life was trapped in fear, bitterness, and a quiet desperation to disappear.
Moving abroad, I discovered my strengths in strategic thinking, analytical skills, creativity, and resilience. I started to do well in school and later in my career, but success became a double-edged sword. The more I achieved, the tighter fear gripped me: “What if I lose it all and fall back into the failure of my childhood?” I chased perfection, worshipped idols, and clung to fortune-tellers, but still, it didn’t give me any peace. The harder I tried to be perfect, the stronger my stress and insecurity grew. Until one day, I lost hope and strength when my career and relationship collapsed. My life is completely rooted in fear~
But God writes stories of redemption; I encountered God’s love in my darkest period. For the first time, I felt peace—not because life was fixed, but because I sensed that God whispered, “Let’s rebuild together.”
When I thought everything would be great, I discovered I had cancer. Sitting alone outside the doctor’s office, stage 2 diagnosis in hand, I froze. But I knew Jesus was with me in this battle, so I had hope. Miraculously, the tumor shrank, and I was healed after the surgery. God didn’t just heal my body; deeper healing came through reconciliation. A pastor’s prayer unearthed childhood wounds: comparisons to my sister, all the harsh words still stung. I wept, releasing decades of pain to Jesus. Surprisingly, I felt the heavy rock roll out from my heart; I felt such a significant relief. Later, I finally dared to reconcile with my family. Looking back, I was blessed to have this personal breakthrough and growth. My life still has ups and downs, but my faith in God and the resilience and courage God has given me through this allow me to walk firmly in the storms.
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God didn’t just heal us; He rewrote our story.
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I have always believed that Jesus has the miraculous power to turn suffering into blessings. My journey taught me this: Pain, when surrendered, becomes purpose. That’s why I pursued a Master’s in Counseling to be professionally trained to walk with people in their lowest valley if they allow me to. Every client’s story is sacred to me, and I don’t see a “case”—I see courage whenever clients share their stories with me. During my journey with all the clients, I witnessed miracles: clients who learned to trust themselves to say, “I matter.” One client tearfully admitted, “I’ve never loved myself like this.” Their smiles, once dimmed by shame, now glow with hope. This work isn’t just clinical—it’s holy too.
Maybe you’re here because you’re tired of pretending. Perhaps you’ve armored your heart, or you’re drowning in “I’m not enough.” Let me say this: Your pain is not your identity. Just as Jesus walked with me through shadows, He’s here for you. And if you let me, I’ll walk beside you too—not with all the answers, but with two hands to hold yours, a heart that understands storms, and a stubborn belief in light after darkness.
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.” - Psalm 23:4
You don’t have to walk alone anymore. Let’s begin your journey of healing—together.
With warmth and hope,
Samantha
**P.S. If my story resonates with you, even a little, I’d be honored to hear yours. 🌱 I will not initiate any Christian faith discussion during the counseling session; this is just my healing story with Jesus and how He inspires me to be a counselor ~