I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I have worked in my church for 3.5 yrs. I have kept it a secret except for a few close church people who have helped me navigate and to monitor my meds to keep me safe. Every Monday we have a staff meeting. In that mtg we share Staff shoutouts and God stories. I never believed God's favor on my life. But I learned that it looks a different way for me. God provided the right drs to get me on the best medicine, finally a therapist who specializes in what I have and church staff who want to see me live. We my God story is that I finally shared my struggles with everyone. No more mask.i was able to teach them how to talk to me without asking "How are you?" They really don't want to know what swirls around in my brain. The support I'm receiving has been an outpouring of God's grace.
Wow, what a beautiful, courageous testimony. Thank you for sharing this! Your honesty and bravery are truly inspiring. The fact that you’ve stepped out from behind the mask and allowed others to truly see you is such a powerful reflection of God’s grace at work.
God’s favor doesn’t always look like what we expect, but your story is proof that His love meets us exactly where we are, providing the right people, the right care, and the right moments to remind us we’re not alone. What a gift to have a church staff that surrounds you with real, tangible support—what a picture of His heart for you!
I am celebrating this moment with you. You are seen, loved, and so deeply valuable, just as you are. And your story is already impacting others in ways you may never fully know. Keep shining His grace. You are a testimony of His faithfulness. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for sharing this. My daughter has been diagnosed with BPD. She is just home detoxing from 2 1/2 years on the street using fentanyl. It's so helpful to know that she can lead a healthy normal life. She is refusing help right now for the trauma she has endured but hoping and praying she will find the right person to open up to. Best wishes on your continued growth and success.
Yes, I too have a story to tell, nothing to boast about and I tell this in the greatest humility as all the honour and Glory goes to Him!
Born in a Christian home, I came of age and ran away from the control of my parents and into the arms of my husband-to-be. Unknown to me, I was so protected in my parent's home that I never knew the dangers that awaited me out of that environment. I ran away from home and followed him and all that was dear to me then. Within weeks I received my first beating and during the years to follow, I was threatened with death, my self-image completely broken, I became a worthless creature, controlled by him with fear that left me trembling at the site of him. He was an alcoholic and soon I was the victim of alcohol myself. It was the only way I could survive and I became more deeply entrenched into the world of liquor. At the age of 29, I was an alcoholic, living a life that sought the pleasures of the world and doing the things that were so against my better judgment but that did not count. I only had to survive! I remember falling to my knees one night asking God to help me because I am drowning, I have lost the will to live! The next week my husband died of a sudden heart attack.
It was my way out, or so I thought, but the accuser, he did not leave me and kept telling me that I prayed him dead, that I in fact murdered him. That drove me to thoughts of suicide..it was uppermost in my mind...but my alcohol abuse carried on until one day I was invited to a meeting, and thinking it was a 'party', I packed my suitcase and a spare bottle of Whiskey, and went. It was a steep hill we had to climb, large tall trees surrounding us and the people I was with seemed like 'not the partying' type, but nevertheless we walked. Halfway up the hill, the sound of 'Amazing Grace' flooded the area, there were speakers in all the trees and I was brought to my knees instantly.......I was healed from alcoholism, I sat and cried for hours.........I did not know what was happening but I was under Grace of the Holy Spirit!
I had a lot to deal with, I had many challenges ahead of me, but I knew He was Alive and He cared and took me gently onto the road of recovery. I know darkness, I know brokenness, I know rejection but I also know the Grace and Love of God. I have the scars to bear and I am not ashamed to show these scars to others! To me, they are scars of healing and His Love for me.
Wow, what a powerful testimony of God’s grace! Your story speaks of His relentless love, the kind that meets us in our darkest places and leads us into healing. That moment on the hill, with Amazing Grace washing over you, was no accident. It was God running toward you, ready to bring you home.
Your scars aren’t signs of shame but of victory—proof that His love redeems, restores, and never lets go. Thank you for sharing your heart so honestly. Your testimony is a light for others walking through their own darkness. You are seen, loved, and held by a faithful God! And I’m so glad you shared a piece of your story, right here! Blessings lovely 🥰
I feel that God has given up on me at times because I feel I keep letting Him down, really struggling at the moment, trying to get back into the word and talking to Him.
Thank you for your post they are appreciated and they help
I hear you, and my heart goes out to you. Please know, God has not given up on you. His love isn’t fragile, and you don’t have to earn your way back to Him. He’s already right there, holding you, even in the struggle.
Even the smallest prayer… Help me, Lord—is enough. He sees you, loves you, and isn’t going anywhere.
I’m so grateful my words could encourage you. You are deeply loved, and I’m praying you feel His presence wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Keep holding on—He’s holding you too. ❤️❤️❤️
Dear Sarah, thank you so much for your honesty and rawness, I needed that today… am currently looking after my dad after ankle fusion surgery last wkend… he’s getting on slowly… thank the Lord… I’m exhausted though… but the Lord knows that too!… in all of our mess He is Faithful!… God bless you dear Sister in the Lord… 🥰🙏🙏🥰🇬🇧
I just had that in Sept 2024. It's hard. Loneliness was my downfall. Cards, visits, are a lifeline. Be patient. Mine took longer to recover from. Gods got you. Keep praying.❤️
Oh lovely, I hear you! I truly believe and am praying that the Lord forms the story you need to write. Trust that in His time, the words will flow. I know it will bless so many. Keep leaning into Him!
I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I have worked in my church for 3.5 yrs. I have kept it a secret except for a few close church people who have helped me navigate and to monitor my meds to keep me safe. Every Monday we have a staff meeting. In that mtg we share Staff shoutouts and God stories. I never believed God's favor on my life. But I learned that it looks a different way for me. God provided the right drs to get me on the best medicine, finally a therapist who specializes in what I have and church staff who want to see me live. We my God story is that I finally shared my struggles with everyone. No more mask.i was able to teach them how to talk to me without asking "How are you?" They really don't want to know what swirls around in my brain. The support I'm receiving has been an outpouring of God's grace.
Wow, what a beautiful, courageous testimony. Thank you for sharing this! Your honesty and bravery are truly inspiring. The fact that you’ve stepped out from behind the mask and allowed others to truly see you is such a powerful reflection of God’s grace at work.
God’s favor doesn’t always look like what we expect, but your story is proof that His love meets us exactly where we are, providing the right people, the right care, and the right moments to remind us we’re not alone. What a gift to have a church staff that surrounds you with real, tangible support—what a picture of His heart for you!
I am celebrating this moment with you. You are seen, loved, and so deeply valuable, just as you are. And your story is already impacting others in ways you may never fully know. Keep shining His grace. You are a testimony of His faithfulness. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for sharing this. My daughter has been diagnosed with BPD. She is just home detoxing from 2 1/2 years on the street using fentanyl. It's so helpful to know that she can lead a healthy normal life. She is refusing help right now for the trauma she has endured but hoping and praying she will find the right person to open up to. Best wishes on your continued growth and success.
Yes, I too have a story to tell, nothing to boast about and I tell this in the greatest humility as all the honour and Glory goes to Him!
Born in a Christian home, I came of age and ran away from the control of my parents and into the arms of my husband-to-be. Unknown to me, I was so protected in my parent's home that I never knew the dangers that awaited me out of that environment. I ran away from home and followed him and all that was dear to me then. Within weeks I received my first beating and during the years to follow, I was threatened with death, my self-image completely broken, I became a worthless creature, controlled by him with fear that left me trembling at the site of him. He was an alcoholic and soon I was the victim of alcohol myself. It was the only way I could survive and I became more deeply entrenched into the world of liquor. At the age of 29, I was an alcoholic, living a life that sought the pleasures of the world and doing the things that were so against my better judgment but that did not count. I only had to survive! I remember falling to my knees one night asking God to help me because I am drowning, I have lost the will to live! The next week my husband died of a sudden heart attack.
It was my way out, or so I thought, but the accuser, he did not leave me and kept telling me that I prayed him dead, that I in fact murdered him. That drove me to thoughts of suicide..it was uppermost in my mind...but my alcohol abuse carried on until one day I was invited to a meeting, and thinking it was a 'party', I packed my suitcase and a spare bottle of Whiskey, and went. It was a steep hill we had to climb, large tall trees surrounding us and the people I was with seemed like 'not the partying' type, but nevertheless we walked. Halfway up the hill, the sound of 'Amazing Grace' flooded the area, there were speakers in all the trees and I was brought to my knees instantly.......I was healed from alcoholism, I sat and cried for hours.........I did not know what was happening but I was under Grace of the Holy Spirit!
I had a lot to deal with, I had many challenges ahead of me, but I knew He was Alive and He cared and took me gently onto the road of recovery. I know darkness, I know brokenness, I know rejection but I also know the Grace and Love of God. I have the scars to bear and I am not ashamed to show these scars to others! To me, they are scars of healing and His Love for me.
Wow, what a powerful testimony of God’s grace! Your story speaks of His relentless love, the kind that meets us in our darkest places and leads us into healing. That moment on the hill, with Amazing Grace washing over you, was no accident. It was God running toward you, ready to bring you home.
Your scars aren’t signs of shame but of victory—proof that His love redeems, restores, and never lets go. Thank you for sharing your heart so honestly. Your testimony is a light for others walking through their own darkness. You are seen, loved, and held by a faithful God! And I’m so glad you shared a piece of your story, right here! Blessings lovely 🥰
That is a beautiful testimony!
I feel that God has given up on me at times because I feel I keep letting Him down, really struggling at the moment, trying to get back into the word and talking to Him.
Thank you for your post they are appreciated and they help
I hear you, and my heart goes out to you. Please know, God has not given up on you. His love isn’t fragile, and you don’t have to earn your way back to Him. He’s already right there, holding you, even in the struggle.
Even the smallest prayer… Help me, Lord—is enough. He sees you, loves you, and isn’t going anywhere.
I’m so grateful my words could encourage you. You are deeply loved, and I’m praying you feel His presence wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Keep holding on—He’s holding you too. ❤️❤️❤️
Me too. I get you. 😉... but really though, I hear you. This is so true.
Thank you 🙏 ❤️
I know exactly how you feel. I’m so scared people would not understand.
I needed to hear this. Thank you.
So glad it blessed you ❤️❤️❤️
Amen, Sarah. You are my people. 😊
Aww, I’ll be your people ❤️❤️❤️
Dear Sarah, thank you so much for your honesty and rawness, I needed that today… am currently looking after my dad after ankle fusion surgery last wkend… he’s getting on slowly… thank the Lord… I’m exhausted though… but the Lord knows that too!… in all of our mess He is Faithful!… God bless you dear Sister in the Lord… 🥰🙏🙏🥰🇬🇧
I just had that in Sept 2024. It's hard. Loneliness was my downfall. Cards, visits, are a lifeline. Be patient. Mine took longer to recover from. Gods got you. Keep praying.❤️
Lovely… you are amazing and have walked the last few years with such grace and a true showing of your faith. You’ve got this ❤️❤️❤️
I have a story just don’t know how to put it in words. i keep praying one day I’ll pick up my pin and my hand just goes to writing and Gods shows up.
Oh lovely, I hear you! I truly believe and am praying that the Lord forms the story you need to write. Trust that in His time, the words will flow. I know it will bless so many. Keep leaning into Him!
Thank you for sharing…me too ❤️