Welcome at Lived through it
Hi, I'm Marlies
Survivor. Mother. Believer. Writer.
And a professionally sensitive soul with a talent for finding meaning in chaos (and losing keys.)
My life began in the shadows — not literally under a tree, but figuratively in the mist of trauma, confusion, and a mind that sometimes chooses its own path.
I didn't find the light in a booklet with "10 steps to happiness," or a perfect prayer, but by continuing to stand. Sometimes trembling, sometimes screaming at the sky, but hey — I'm standing.
This place is my voice. My story. My prayer.
I write about trauma, faith, motherhood, recovery, and everything in between — including those moments when you think: "What am I actually doing here?"
Not to shock (although that might be possible sometimes),
but to connect.
Because what you live, you can share.
And what you share, can exist — even if it doesn't fit into a treatment plan or an Instagram filter.
Every column here is a piece of my journey.
Sometimes raw, sometimes hopeful, sometimes with a bit of humor, because humor is cheaper than therapy.
For those who recognize themselves. For those who are searching. For those who dare to feel — Even if that means you first have to cry in the car in the supermarket parking lot.
And yes, also for healthcare professionals — who want to understand what lives behind the diagnoses.
Who dare to look beyond the intake.
Who want to listen to what is not in the file. For those who understand that "functions properly" doesn't always mean that someone is living.
Here they get a glimpse into our world. Not filtered, not analyzed — just as it is.
Welcome. Not to fix. Not to analyze.
Just to read. To feel. And maybe — just for a moment — to understand
in love,
Marlies
About me
Want to know more about my background, my struggle, and my growth?
What you can find here
Blog
Discover columns about living with depression, PTSD, faith in dark days, motherhood in recovery, and the power of vulnerability.
Tiny sparks
Discover here my collection of glimmers of light—texts that touched me,
comforted me when I needed it, and helped me find my way again.
Maybe they will also speak to you.
Read stories from others
.Be touched by the stories of others who have also lived, felt, and endured — read along and feel connected.
Share your story
Do you have something you've experienced that others can be touched by, inspired by, or helped by? Share your story here, in your way
And finally
If you've made it this far: thank you.
Not because you've read everything (although, applause if you have), but because you've paused for a moment at a story that might also touch something of yours.
This place is not a showcase. Not a collection of perfectly rounded insights.
It's a homecoming for those who live with frayed edges.
For those who search, feel, stumble, grow — sometimes all at once.
Whether you're here as a reader, as a healthcare professional, as a fellow human being, or just out of curiosity:
you are welcome.
with love Marlies
