November 2021. We were in Covid, and my life before I said yes to Christ was a mess.
I struggled with depression. With shutting myself away. With my self-esteem, my mental health, my sense of who I even was. I never fitted in at school, so in friendships I'd say things, do things, be whoever I needed to be — just to be seen. Just to belong somewhere.
Then one night at the end of that November I was in my room, and I received a prophetic word. About my own life. About the heartbreak and the confusion I was sitting in right that moment. I had always known God was real, but I'd told Him I needed a sign — I needed Him to reveal Himself to me, personally. That was my sign. In that moment I saw Him as El Roi, the God who sees me.
I said yes to Jesus that day, and my life has not been the same since.
He set me free from depression. From isolating myself. He restored my soul and renewed my mind — those negative thoughts I used to have about myself simply aren't there anymore. My friendships changed. My whole perspective changed.
I won't pretend it was gentle. There was a season where God had to strip things off me — old weights, old thinking, old attachments — and having things stripped off you is painful. It's supposed to be. I was walking through heartbreak in the middle of it, asking Him why this was happening and what it meant. He was doing a new work. He just hadn't finished yet.
The woman I am in September 2026 and the woman I was in September 2021 are two different people. A new creation — and all the glory goes to God, not to me.
So if you're reading this and you feel broken, or heartbroken, or you don't know who you are anymore: He is in the business of healing. He is in the business of restoring your soul. It may feel hard to bring your emotions to Him right now. Bring them anyway.
Dorothy