I’m Victoria—Catholic convert, neurodivergent mother of four, and a woman walking a Catholic healing journey that has reshaped everything: my motherhood, my marriage, and my understanding of God’s mercy.
Training of Hearts was born not from a place of mastery, but from the ache of longing—from the quiet desperation of wondering if healing was possible for someone like me. I’m a convert from the New Age movement, now ten years into marriage and holding a degree in Theology, yet still learning—daily—how to let grace re-form the places performance once ruled. Somewhere between therapy sessions, bedtime rosaries, and tearful prayers whispered over dishes and doubts, I began to uncover a quieter truth: sanctity isn’t earned by striving—it unfolds in surrender. Not in proving myself holy, but in letting myself be healed.
Here, I write for the ones who feel too much. For the mothers who love fiercely and wonder if they’re failing. For the women who are both deeply faithful and still healing. This is a place for formation, not performance—for hearts being shaped slowly, gently, toward wholeness in Christ.
I’ve come to believe that some of the most hidden wounds require the most tender theology. That honesty is a kind of courage. That sensitivity is not weakness, but a gift—especially when offered to God. And that love, in its most Christlike form, often looks like showing up for the invisible battles: the ones inside our homes, inside our hearts, and in the stories no one else sees.
If you’ve ever carried shame like armor or mistaken your emotional depth for brokenness, you’re not alone. You are not too much. You are not too far gone. The Lord is still forming you—and this space exists to remind you of that sacred, unfolding work.
