I didn't walk into my sister's house thinking I had a big problem.
My friend Lauren, known for helping people get free through prayer, was visiting. Honestly? I felt fine that night. I wasn't trying to get healed or rescued. I wanted to learn something. I thought maybe Lauren could teach me how to help other people.
I wasn't thinking, What if she sees through me? I thought I was doing okay.
Which makes what happened next so shocking.
One moment I'm sitting there, and the next I'm weeping, saying words I didn't know were inside me:
"I am nothing. I am invisible. I don't matter."
And I remember thinking, Where did that come from?
But when I look back, I know exactly where it came from. I've always felt that way. I just didn't realize it had a name.
Because here's the thing: I didn't think it was a lie.
I thought it was the truth.
You and I both know that moment— when something shifts inside and suddenly you see what's been holding you back.
It was a lie.
A lie so familiar it felt like truth.
Pretty much every day of my life I'd had the nagging thought that I was invisible. I was worthless.
And if I let go of that belief—if I didn't feel worthless—I wasn't even sure who I'd be.
It wasn't just a thought I believed. It was a story I had lived.
