This is often discussed by survivors. There are multiple similarities within different peoples understanding.
I have read a few survivor stories in which they believed that a survivor never completely heals. And that when they think they are done they get another memory and must start all over. This sounds about right. My experience is similar. Also, I processed the easier memories first. They get worse. This seems like a life sentence. Like we are permanently damaged. I guess that would seem logical. But No.
We are more than meat. Our damaged hearts are not the large muscle that pumps blood. This struggle is not a physical battle. It is a spiritual one. Just so that you know, if it feels like one needs a miracle, they probably do.
Even if a person is debilitated, Brain dead or even Long Dead. Miracles are still readily available.
God does not have competition. The thing about the enemy is that he only has one bag of tricks. He has pulled the same tricks on most of us. Hearing other people talk about being abused in the same way you were, hurts while it validates. The striking similarities in abuse techniques shows that he has limits, which is proof of what I already had faith in.
My Creator has no limits outside of that, that he chooses. He is limited only by his promises. That is part of the reason why, his team is the winning team.
I have seen this in action.
When I first accepted that what, I was experiencing was real, I got scared. I was then a woman of faith, but I am not perfect, and I succumbed to fear quite a bit. This was taken from me not long after it began.
I had lain awake at night for three nights, freaked out. During this, I would go to work the next day and act as if nothing were new.
On the third night, I had enough. I pushed away fear and prayed. It was as if God was on standby, waiting for me to reach out.
“They don’t have a key to your house anymore.” God said.
“Huh” I said, verbally.
“They don’t have a key to your house anymore.” He repeated.
He has been talking to me my whole life. Most of which I ignored him, and this was important enough for The All-Mighty God to respond to a “Huh”. Hearing God speak is a big deal, but this happened just an instant after I began to pray. I did not even have to get my mind right to hear the voice of God. The whole thing felt like an unexpected hug. It gets much better.
That unexpected Hug was power packed. I was not afraid anymore. I knew that the nights that I had laid in turmoil was a waste of my time. I also know that God waited, knowing that I would come around.
Yes, the enemy had suppressed me greatly for many years. And he can not touch me now. The protection came when I committed to a life of repentance and prayer. Sin allows enemy attacks and daily evaluation and change (Repentance) put me in the Do Not Touch Category.
I may spend the rest of my life in prayer and in the service of God. But where else would I want to be anyway.
I hate the damage it does but here it is. I have bad days, but most of my days are good. So, I get my healing one step at a time and with that comes blessings. It is a front seat to the Glory of God.