Finding Me Again: A Journey Through Faith and Identity

At 25, I lost much of what I thought defined me when I became chronically ill and disabled. I couldn’t work, drive, or even stand for long periods. Bed-bound for months, I spent much of the first year in and out of the hospital, struggling with both physical and mental health. My identity, as I knew it, seemed to vanish overnight, and I never regained my footing.

Two years later, I’m still chronically ill and disabled, but I’m realizing my identity wasn’t lost—it was simply misplaced for longer than I thought. I’ve come to understand that my true identity is found in Jesus and in what God’s word says about me. Above all, I am a child of God, fearfully and wonderfully made.

While the basics of my identity are clear, there’s still more to explore. As I integrate here on Substack, I want to delve deeper into discovering who I am through the lens of my faith. I hope you’ll join me on this journey.