You Were Created To Heal


Founder, Holly Nelson



The life force in you is strong. It has brought you this far. It won’t let you down now.

I must admit that there were decades when I was unaware of my resilience. I was stumbling from one calamity to another, and just trying to get by. I was also unaware that what was going on in my body and nervous system, was the deep toll that trauma had taken. I was unaware of words like trauma and resilience. To be honest, I had a growing suspicion that I was completely broken and, perhaps, under some kind of unavoidable and horrid generational curse.

But one thing didn’t escape me…I was meant to live.

This message was clear. From God saving me from being born dead (my mother’s first attempt on my life), to several other near death experiences, God continued to breathe the breath of LIFE into me. He would not release me. Even when, at times, I begged Him to.

One year, between ages 16-23, after my mother kidnapped me, and locked me in chains in a basement, God came to me in a particularly desperate moment. I had no idea how old I was, or how much time had passed. I truly wanted to die. To be let out of my misery.

He met me in the dark. My arms were crossed over my head, and my hands had gone numb, from the weight of my exhausted body pulling against the edges of the handcuffs on my wrists. He knelt on the cold hard cement in my excrement. He wiped the tears my hands weren’t free to.

I screamed silently at Him, and asked Him why He had forgotten me in this place. I angrily spat at Him, and asked Him what I had done wrong to be punished so harshly, and just forgotten. Day after day. Year after year.

He sat with me in the night watches, and allowed me to say all the slanderous things I could think of. The bitter, hopeless things. I asked Him all the existential questions that came pouring forth from this dark night of my soul.

I finally fell asleep, head dangling forward. Hours later, I awoke, drool having wet the front of my shirt. My head snapped up, and I felt it collide with something warm. God had placed His hands upon my head, and was pronouncing words of blessing over me, instead of punishing me for my thoughts and words, as I had been trained to expect from authority figures.

Something was passed to me that night. Something that would be 40 years in the making. A holy unction. A mission. And a promise.

I promised Him that night, that if I ever made it out alive, I would do all that I could to walk beside one other person who had also suffered.

This was the beginning of my dream of creating restorative community. Just me, and one other person.

Are you that person? Are you the person God blessed me with on the night that changed the whole direction of my life?

Trauma Perspectives Founder, Holly Nelson
Thriving Founder of our Restorative Community, Holly Nelson

I am the girl, and the woman, who dug deep into her resilience, and eventually turned her trauma into super powers.

When I took my first tentative steps off that Greyhound bus, in 1983, and felt the snow melting through my t-shirt, I would have never guessed that that homeless, fragile girl would someday use the internet to build the world’s largest (and safest) restorative community of trauma survivors.

God is good. He makes all things possible.

“You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that my glory may sing praise to You, and I may not be pierced with sorrow. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.” Psalm 30:10-12

Trauma Perspectives Founder, Holly Nelson

Join Me in a FREE Workshop


What if you could write the final chapter about your trauma right now? What words would you use?

If this feels difficult, or impossible to imagine, this is why:Trauma Healing Workshop: Futurevision

  • One of the first things we lose in trauma is words. Traumatic events deactivate the left brain, including Broca’s area (the linguistic center of the brain).
  • We also loose our ability to see a future for ourselves, because we are frozen in time.

The Good News

  • Trauma activates the right brain, which is the visual, spacial, tactile and artistic side.
  • Using both hands (crossing hemispheres) to do tactile, artistic activities can reactivated the left brain.

Things You’ll Need:

  • Printed Sheets of Images and Words (click here to download)
  • Scissors
  • Glue Stick

Things You Don’t Need:

  • Your inner critic. Please lock him/her up in the dog house prior to the workshop.
  • Artistic Talent (art is taught, creativity is natural)

Join mixed media artist, and Trauma Perspectives founder, Holly Nelson, as she leads you through a SIMPLE visual reconnection to words, and to your future, in this expressive arts workshop.

Where: On Zoom
Duration: 1 hour
When: Monthly – check our schedule for times and dates

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.

Psalm 56:8, 139:13 & 15