Jenn Grant, The Seasoned Soul Sister

My Story

Welcome to The Seasoned Soul Sister’s Place

I didn’t come to this space because life was gentle with me.
I came here because I survived what tried to break me—and I learned that healing needs a home. It needs a place to tell your truth.

My story begins long before adulthood. As a child, I experienced sexual betrayal in a way my young mind could not understand. It came from someone I admired and loved—someone I trusted. Because of that, what happened felt confusing rather than clearly violent. Love and safety became tangled in ways that shaped how I understood relationships for years to come.

My mind became confused about what love was supposed to look like and how it was meant to be expressed. I learned—without words—that my body was something to offer in order to be loved. That misunderstanding followed me quietly into adulthood.

As I grew older, men recognized that confusion. Some abused my desperation to be loved and took advantage of my sweetness, my openness, and my genuine nature. I chose the wrong men to love—not because I lacked worth, but because my understanding of love had been shaped by betrayal. All of it traces back to childhood.

I didn’t know how to protect myself because no one had taught me that I deserved protection. I became reckless with myself—not out of rebellion, but out of longing. Longing to be chosen. Longing to feel safe. Longing to finally get love right.

Those unhealed wounds followed me into marriage. My first marriage was abusive, rooted in the same patterns of endurance and silence I had learned early on. Leaving it required more courage than I realized I had.

My second marriage brought a different kind of pain—emotional manipulation, gaslighting, and infidelity. The kind of betrayal that makes you doubt your memory, your instincts, and eventually yourself. Loving someone while trying to heal from deception is a quiet, isolating pain that few understand unless they’ve lived it.

Then came the loss that reshaped everything.

I lost a child to death by suicide.

There is no roadmap for that kind of grief. You don’t move on from it. You learn how to carry it—sometimes with grace, sometimes barely breathing. That loss altered my heart, my faith, and my understanding of suffering in ways I am still learning to hold.

In the midst of all this, I realized something essential: healing does not come from pretending. It comes from honesty. From creating a place to tell your truth without being rushed, corrected, or judged. A place where faith does not require performance, forgiveness does not demand self-betrayal, and healing is allowed to be slow.

The Seasoned Soul Sister’s Place is a ministry for anyone who has ever been betrayed, used, or abused—by family, by someone you loved, or by someone you trusted with your heart, your body, or your future. This is a support system. We walk together. We listen. We hold space for one another with compassion and care.

We do not judge here.
We do not rush healing.
We do not silence pain.

Forgiveness will come—but not by force and not by denial. We will learn to forgive with the help of the Holy Spirit, who heals gently, convicts lovingly, and never shames. Forgiveness here is not about excusing harm or forgetting truth. It is about releasing what no longer belongs to us so that healing can begin.

This is the first step of our healing journey.
Not the last.
Not the hardest.
But the bravest.

I am not here as someone who has it all figured out.
I am here as a woman who has walked through fire and is learning how to rest.

If you are looking for perfection, you won’t find it here.
But if you are looking for a place to tell your truth, to be believed, and to begin healing without abandoning yourself—you are in the right place.

Welcome.
You don’t have to walk alone anymore.