It wasn’t until I had my own encounter with Jesus Christ that I found hope again. My life began to show little glimpses of purpose. I had to stop believing the lies the enemy told me about myself, and start holding on to every word that my Heavenly Father declared about me, because of my new identity through His son. I am His daughter. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I was hand crafted by Yahweh before the foundation of the world. He knows the number of every strand of hair on my head, and He has inscribed my name in the palms of His hands. I am forgiven. I am Back From Broken. Selah.