Crushed Not Cursed
The Crushed Not Cursed blog is a raw, unfiltered look at life after trauma — addiction, loss, grief, abandonment — and the gritty road to healing. It’s a blog for those who’ve known rock bottom but still dare to believe in redemption. This space is personal, painful, and unapologetically honest. I’ll share what it’s like to navigate the wreckage, confront the lies I was raised on, and cling to the truth that God is still good!
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Written By: S. Tuttle Most of the stories I share involve a lot of people. Some who were only around for a moment, and others who have been in my life for years. A few helped shape me in big ways without even realizing it. But no matter where the story goes, there are always…
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Written By: S. Tuttle If you’ve followed me for any amount of time, you probably already know I’m a low-key nerd when it comes to space, national security, or anything that involves strategy and precision, though I don’t always broadcast that side of myself. But every now and then I hear something that I can’t…
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Written By: S. Tuttle The lyrical genius Lauren Alaina once asked, “How much hell can a house hold?” The lyrics are modern, but that question? I’ve carried it for years—because long before I heard her coin the phrase, I was already asking the same question. Every house I lived in held a different version. The…
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Written By: S. Tuttle *Spoiler Alert* I used to have a real stinky whatever kind of attitude. No, I’m not talking about the sarcastic teenage eye-roll kind we we’re all guilty of. Not even the “I’m chill, I’m cool, it doesn’t matter” kind… Although, I did play that card with Shy and now we’re married – take…
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Written By: S. Tuttle Everybody has that moment – the one where life flips and nothing ever feels the same again. Mine hit in the third grade. But really, everything started unraveling long before that. We were once just a regular Pentecostal family. Two Sunday services. Long skirts. Shouting and tambourines. Granny would wash dishes…
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Written By: S. Tuttle Welcome to Crushed Not Cursed If you’re here, thank you. Really. My name’s Steve. I’m 28 years old, husband to Shyann, my best friend and headache of over a decade. I am dad to two incredible kids: Kobe, who’s 9 and wise beyond his years, he loves Jesus and electronics and… well that’s about it – and Edie, our 3-year-old firecracker who runs the…
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