Mountain City Christian Counseling, Corp.

Mountain City Christian Counseling, Corp. Megan D. Owen (owner), Pastoral Trauma Counselor, MAR

There comes a point when what was meant to break you becomes part of what built you. The harm was definitely real, but s...
08/28/2026

There comes a point when what was meant to break you becomes part of what built you. The harm was definitely real, but somehow you’ve learned how to rise above it almost as though it’s a step placed in front of you calling you  up. 

I might go so far as to say that the people who were trying to diminish, you were unknowingly helping you. 

They were never given the final word.

That is the part people sometimes don’t understand about a person who has done the work.

You can lie about them.
Misunderstand them.
Project onto them.
Try to make them smaller so you can feel bigger.

And for a while, they may even believe you.

But eventually, they return to themselves.

And when they do, something changes.

Your opinion of them is no longer their identity.
Your rejection is no longer their worth.
Your story about them is no longer their truth.

You can throw dirt at someone and call it their grave.

But sometimes…

it’s just soil.

And some people know how to grow in it.

So no, you didn’t destroy them.

You gave them something to heal.

And they did.

You didn’t end their story.

You gave them a reason to become the author of it.

And you didn’t dim their light.

You simply gave them the contrast necessary to finally see how brightly they were already burning. 🔥

Be careful what you try to destroy in someone who has learned how to rebuild themselves.

Because sometimes the very thing you meant to bury…

becomes the ground they rise from. ❤️💪🏻

I thought we would’ve received a lot more apologies by now.I do  so much work in my own therapy I want to go back and h...
08/25/2026

I thought we would’ve received a lot more apologies by now.

I do  so much work in my own therapy I want to go back and hug people. Not because everything was okay.

But because we were all so young.

I can see things now that I couldn’t see then. I can understand things about myself, about other people, about trauma and fear and family systems that I simply didn’t have the capacity to understand fifteen years ago.

But I thought by now people would realize what they did to me and to my children 15 years ago. I thought there would be apologies to my children by now for what their father did to them, especially to my oldest. And there’s kind of a painful grief behind that. 

I thought eventually those things would come up and out, and that people would see the secrets I worked hard to protect when my children were minors — those tiny people I worked hard to protect.

I thought eventually people would look back and realize what they had participated in.

What they had believed.

What they had allowed.

What they had done to me.

And, most painfully, what they had done to my children.

I thought there would be apologies to my children by now.

Especially to my oldest.

Because children deserve to have the adults around them eventually tell the truth about what happened.

They deserve to know that what happened to them mattered.

And I thought eventually people would understand something very simple:

**When you chop at the roots of a tree, you don’t only hurt the tree — you hurt everything growing from it.**

You hurt the branches.

You hurt the leaves.

You hurt the fruit.

You hurt the little people that were depending on those roots to hold. 💔

My children were connected to me.

So when people hurt me, undermined me, isolated me, distorted me, or participated in things that damaged my ability to be their mother…

they weren’t only hurting me.

They were hurting my CHILDREN.

I have spent a long time learning how to hold my own pain without making it someone else’s responsibility.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t still wish someone would look back and say,

“I see it now.

I didn’t understand then.

I’m sorry.

And I’m sorry for what it cost your children.”

I don’t need everyone to agree with my version of the past.

I don’t need everyone to carry my pain.

But I do wish, after all these years, that more people would have the courage to look backward.

Not to punish themselves.

Not to rewrite history.

Just to tell the truth.

Because sometimes an apology isn’t about changing the past.

It’s about finally acknowledging that the past happened.

Hey, beloved mamas. We are starting a meditative mom's group for moms of (sometimes) dysregulated kiddos. It is VERY aff...
08/22/2026

Hey, beloved mamas.

We are starting a meditative mom's group for moms of (sometimes) dysregulated kiddos. It is VERY affordable and will be running for 12 weeks. Essentially, we have heard from you! Mama's needs support, too! It will run concurrently with the teen groups I lead and will be moderated by the fantastic Coach Darla Earnest.

WE NEED EACH OTHER!! ❤

**The sign up email goes out today** Here is the info and please feel free to send me your email address for how to sign up. ❤

What: Mindful Mom's Collective -- a meditative time for structured sharing, reviewing the DBT skills Megan will share with the teens, and supporting one another through the struggles of raising teens who are (sometimes) dysregulated.

When: Beginning the week of Sept 7th, running for 12 weeks, 50-minute sessions.

Where: Coach Darla will send out the link for Zoom and it will be entirely online!
How much: $40/month for 3 months
How to sign up: send Megan your email address for the link!

Sent to us by one of my sweet new coaches… how can we not straighten her crown? 💕 oh, how I love my job. 
08/20/2026

Sent to us by one of my sweet new coaches… how can we not straighten her crown? 💕 oh, how I love my job. 

A big part of what I do is not merely helping someone recover from what was done to them—it is helping them recover the...
08/18/2026

A big part of what I do is not merely helping someone recover from what was done to them—it is helping them recover their *ontological sense of self.*

Because a smear campaign doesn’t just say, “You did something wrong.”
At its most devastating, it says, “This is who you are.” or “You ARE something wrong.”

And when enough people repeat a story about someone—especially when there is scapegoating, exclusion, betrayal, or institutional power involved—the person can begin to wonder:

What if they are right?
What if I really am the problem?
What if everyone else’s perception of me is more authoritative than my own knowing?
What if they can actually take my goodness away from me?

That’s the danger.

And I think my work is helping someone discover that personhood is not a referendum.

Other people can misunderstand you.
They can lie about you.
They can reduce you to your worst moment.
They can assign motives to you that aren’t yours.
They can make you the villain in a story they need to tell.

❤️But they do not become the author of your being.❤️

Selfhood that is sourced rather than bestowed.

Not, “I know who I am because everyone agrees about me.”

But:

I know who I am because I have learned to locate myself at the source of my own being.

And spiritually, I think this becomes especially powerful in my framework: If my personhood is Imago Dei, then another person’s opinion cannot erase the image of God in me.

Healing isn’t learning to convince everyone else that you’re a good person — Healing is no longer requiring their agreement in order to remain one.

There is a movement I want more women to understand. I talked a lot about it at the retreat. It is the movement from Ma...
08/15/2026

There is a movement I want more women to understand. I talked a lot about it at the retreat. 

It is the movement from Maiden, to Mother, to Queen.

The Maiden asks:

“Will you choose me?”

She looks outward for belonging.
For approval.
For the invitation.
For someone to tell her she is beautiful, worthy, wanted, enough.

The Mother asks:

“Do you need me?”

She finds her worth in being necessary.
In nurturing.
In carrying.
In fixing.
In making sure everyone else is okay.

And then, sometimes after a great deal of life has happened to her, a woman begins to hear a different question.

The Queen asks:

“What is mine to steward?”

Not Who will choose me?

Not Who needs me?

But:

What has been placed in my hands?

What is mine to protect?
What is mine to create?
What is mine to tend?
What is mine to say yes to?
What is mine to say no to?
What is mine to release?

This is authority within.

And authority within is very different from control.

The Queen does not need to control everyone around her because she has stopped outsourcing the governance of herself.

She can listen without obeying.

She can love without abandoning herself.

She can serve without disappearing.

She can be generous without becoming responsible for everyone.

She can leave what is no longer hers to carry.

She can stay when staying is aligned with her values.

She can say, “This is mine.”

And she can also say, “This is not mine.”

That is sovereignty. ❤️

Not power over — Power within.

The Queen does not sit on her throne because everyone else has agreed that she deserves it.

She sits there because she has finally come home to herself.

I sometimes want to help a client  create a new file. And by doing so, there’s an expansion of the soul. A file where ...
08/14/2026

I sometimes want to help a client  create a new file. And by doing so, there’s an expansion of the soul. 

A file where we stop interpreting their entire existence through the belief that they are fundamentally defective.

Because many of us were handed a dogma that taught us to think of ourselves as worms.

Small.
Unworthy.
Inherently sinful.
Always falling short.
Always needing to prove ourselves worthy of God.

So we learned to approach God with our heads down.

I’m sorry.
I’m not enough.
I’ll try harder.
I’ll do better.
Please don’t be disappointed in me.

***And listen… From the get-go. “Sinful from birth.”***

And I get to experience what happens when we begin to imagine something entirely different.

What if God looks at you…

and is profoundly moved by you? ❤️

What if God looks at the life you have lived, the things you have survived, the ways you have loved, the times you got back up, the tenderness you maintained in a world that sometimes gave you very little reason to remain tender—

and admires you?

What if God is looking at you with wonder?

What if God is encouraging you along the way? 

What if your humanity does not disappoint God?

What if your becoming does not have to be earned?

What if you don’t have to spend your whole life proving to God that you are worthy of being loved?

You are not a problem God needs to fix. You are a beloved human being whose existence actually moves the heart of God.

This world is hard… And God knows this and understands this. 

I believe that when Jesus walked this earth, other human beings *affected* him. I believe that they impacted him. What is it like to think that Jesus might have been impacted by humans? 

I hope that unlocks something for you. ❤️

The most painful travesty within high control religion is the intentional disconnecting of us from ourselves. If you d...
08/11/2026

The most painful travesty within high control religion is the intentional disconnecting of us from ourselves.

If you don’t know yourself, you can spend your whole life mistaking someone else’s expectations for your purpose. Or a dogmatic expectation for your role. 

Self-knowledge isn’t indulgence and it is not humanistic. It’s discernment.

You have to know your own rhythm.
Your own passion.
The things that make you come alive.
The things that break your heart.
The work you cannot not do.
The work that you CAN do.

Because when you don’t know what lives inside you, everything outside of you gets a vote.

Other people’s dreams.
Other people’s fears.
Other people’s definitions of success.
Other people’s voices telling you who you should be.

And eventually, you can become so good at responding to everyone else that you forget what it feels like to hear yourself.

Your passion is not frivolous.
Your purpose is not something you have to earn.

They are clues. ✨

Pay attention to what gives you life.
Pay attention to what keeps calling you.
Pay attention to what you would still do even if no one applauded.

Knowing yourself is how you stop becoming a reflection of the world around you and start living from the deepest truth within you.

Knowing yourself keeps you from accidentally being hijacked by another person’s soul and THEIR passions and purposes.

Your attention is precious.

Your passion is sacred.

And your purpose is yours.

Don’t hand the authorship of your life to someone else.

💜❤️

I don’t always ask questions.I know — I teach coaches to begin with curiosity and beginner’s mind.But sometimes I’m not...
08/08/2026

I don’t always ask questions.

I know — I teach coaches to begin with curiosity and beginner’s mind.

But sometimes I’m not asking because I’m already taking in so much.

I can’t stress this enough: I feel so much while looking like I’m not feeling 

I’m listening to your words, but also your tone, your pauses, your body language, what you’re not saying, what my body is feeling in your presence, and whether something I’m sensing feels familiar.

I’m often scanning, discerning, feeling, processing.

I’m choosing my words, I’m asking for wisdom and I’m digging deep to create the most loving sentences I can come up with that will lead others toward healing. 

It may look like I’m not interested and I wish I could remedy this. 

The truth is, I may be hyper-attuned and overwhelmed.

What I’m trying to say is that I’ve lived my whole life being criticized for not asking enough questions or not being interested enough. Not presenting well.

If you are autistic, your eyes move toward gazing away from that person, not because you are disinterested, but because you are receiving *so much.*

I want to believe it’s progressive. That we can become more attuned as we grow older.

But it might just be autistic. 😬

My silence doesn’t mean that I’m absent… It means I’m holding a lot.  just know that I’m listening… In 1000 ways. I see you. 

And I think this makes me a really good therapist. ❤️

One of the most heartbreaking things I hear from women who have survived abuse—and from some men, too—is this:“No one ev...
08/04/2026

One of the most heartbreaking things I hear from women who have survived abuse—and from some men, too—is this:

“No one ever asked me what happened.”

Not once.

Instead, people often form opinions based on whoever speaks first, speaks the loudest, or tells the most convincing story. And when abuse is involved, that can be devastating.

The survivors I know rarely campaign for public sympathy. They carry themselves with remarkable dignity. They go to work. They raise their children. They survive. They don’t always defend themselves because they’re exhausted. Because they’re terrified. Because they’re trying to heal.

And so many mothers stay silent for another reason altogether: they’re protecting their children’s stories. They know that exposing the truth isn’t just exposing their own pain—it may expose someone else’s. So they bear the weight quietly.

There is something profoundly noble about that.

Before you decide who someone is, ask a different question.

Not, “What’s wrong with her?”

Not, “Why didn’t she leave?”

Simply:

“Do you want to share? Because if you do, I’m going to believe you.”

That one question has the power to restore someone’s humanity. Sometimes the greatest act of compassion isn’t having the answer.

It’s being willing to ask.

And if she disappears from your life, she’s too tired to have to defend herself to those who have already decided she’s guilty. And I applaud her decision. 

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