At the height of my battle with the anxiety disorder called OCD, I often embarrassed myself with my obsessive behaviors, whether washing my hands compulsively or asking people the same question repeatedly…The way I would leave such interactions would be a simple phrase:
“I’m sorry…I have OCD.”
The more and more my anxiety attacked me in public, I began resorting to disclaimers about my disorder, identifying with the very enemy I was fighting. Anxiety was not my friend, but it became the closest relationship in those dark days. We often draw our enemies close when they become too familiar.
It’s easy to identity with our struggles, not the traits that make us distinctly human.
We are created in the image of God, but we often settle for an identity of self-degradation.
We are all created with unique skills and talents, but we often miss those gifts while staring at our brokenness in the mirror of self-reflection.
“Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everyone is born with worth and potential. Yet, even so, the brokenness of life finds everyone, whether it be addiction, a broken home, abuse, a mental disorder, or another battle. We are all facing demons, but not all demons are visible to the naked eye.
Whatever you’re going through today, know that you are much more than the pain, the heartache, and the brokenness. You possess the very fingerprints of God all over your being.
You are loved.
Your life matters greatly.
The world needs you more than you will ever know.