Losing my parents at 16 changed me forever. It forced me to grow up before I was ready, to figure out life without the kind of support every child deserves. And on top of that, my dad was in prison — which brought its own kind of heartbreak, confusion, and disappointment.
I learned early what it feels like to be let down by the people you wanted to trust the most.
For a long time, I carried those wounds silently.
I didn’t have a place to speak, to process, or to simply be held by grace. I learned to survive, but I didn’t know how to heal.
Mercy15 was born from that journey.
It’s my reminder that even when life feels broken, God still meets us in the pieces.
He sees the young girl inside me who lost so much so early.
He sees every moment I felt abandoned, disappointed, or forgotten.
And He reminds me — over and over again — that none of those moments define me.
Psalm 147:3
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
I’m learning that healing is not about pretending the past didn’t happen.
It’s about letting God rewrite the meaning of it.
It’s about choosing to believe that I am still worthy of love, of peace, of stability — even if my foundation was shaken early.
If your story feels similar…
If you’ve lost more than you ever talk about…
If people have let you down in ways you don’t even speak out loud…
I want you to know this:
You’re not broken beyond repair.
You’re not too far gone.
And you’re not walking alone.
This blog is a space for people like us — the ones rebuilding, relearning how to trust, and rediscovering peace one day at a time.
Welcome to Mercy15.
Welcome to healing.
Welcome to a place where your story still has hope written all over it.
With love, Mercedez
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