Practical Christianity:  The Unmade Self Part 2 — The Day I Broke

(Part 2 of 7)

Floatie:  The Moment the Thread Snapped

Psalm 18:28  For it is you who light my lamp; the Lord my God lightens my darkness.(ESV)

Identity does not usually collapse with warning.  It collapses quietly, unexpectedly, and without ceremony.  One moment life feels familiar, stable, and anchored.  The next moment, something subtle shifts — a sensation, a sound, a flash of confusion — and the world becomes foreign.

For me, it happened in a blink.  A pop behind my eyes.  A moment where the lights in the distance looked too sharp, too bright, too unreal.  A thought rising from nowhere:  “What am I looking at?”

Then the deeper, more terrifying question:  “Where am I?”

That was the moment everything broke.


✒️ Forge:  When Identity Collapses Without Warning

Psalm 77:4  You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.(ESV)

Job 30:26–27  (26)But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came.  (27)My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me.(ESV)

People imagine identity loss as dramatic — a sudden void, a cinematic moment where consciousness tears away.

My experience was worse.  It was subtle.  Quiet.  Almost polite.

The mind doesn’t scream when it breaks.  It simply stops recognizing what it used to know.

I didn’t know the road beneath me.  I didn’t know the woman beside me.  I didn’t know why the tower lights looked familiar or why they felt wrong.

I had memories — but they were disconnected, floating, unclaimed.  I had instincts — but no narrative to anchor them.  I had a name — but no identity attached to it.

Identity collapse is not the absence of information.  It is the absence of meaning.  The self becomes a puzzle with pieces missing, edges warped, and the picture it once formed erased.


⚒️ Anvil:  The Quiet Horror of Becoming a Stranger to Your Own Life

Psalm 88:8  You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a horror to them.  I am shut in so that I cannot escape;(ESV)

Lamentations 3:20  My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.(ESV)

The collapse was terrifying because it was functional.  I could drive.  I could speak.  I could make decisions.  But I had no context for any of it.

I heard a voice beside me — a woman asking if I was okay.  Panic.  I didn’t know her.  Didn’t know if she was friend or stranger.

Only later would I learn she was my wife.  I followed a random car because I assumed I must have been following it before the panic began.

Every instinct was survival.  Every movement was guesswork.  When we stopped at a store, I handed her the keys and told her I wasn’t feeling well.  That “she” — whoever she was — should drive us home.

I found my wallet and learned my name from a driver’s license.  Think about that:  I learned who I was from an identification card.

I walked into my own home and felt nothing.  Not recognition.  Not nostalgia.  Not belonging.  Just emptiness.

I didn’t know the house.  I didn’t know the routines.  I didn’t know the woman who walked confidently inside.  I didn’t know the children who followed her.

I only knew one thing:  I was supposed to be here… even if I didn’t know why.

Identity is not lost all at once.  It unravels thread by thread until only the hollow frame remains.


🔥 Ember:  The Moment of Recognition Without Memory

Psalm 142:3  When my spirit faints within me, you know my way!  In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.(ESV)

Here is the moment of terrifying clarity:

As memory failed, instinct remained.

  • I recognized the shape of responsibility.
  • I recognized the rhythm of provision.
  • I recognized the posture of protection.
  • I recognized the presence of belonging without feeling it.
  • I recognized the structure of a life I could no longer access.

This is where identity and memory part ways.  Memory tells you what happened.  Identity tells you who you are when nothing makes sense.

When I walked into the house, I didn’t know it.  But I recognized it — the way one recognizes gravity.  Not by familiarity but by inevitability.

Identity still existed.  It was simply unreachable.  God had not removed the self.  He had removed access to it.  That distinction matters.


🌿 Covenant Triumph:  The God Who Protects What Breaks

Psalm 73:23–26  (23)Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand.  (24)You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory.  (25)Whom have I in heaver but you?  And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.  (26)My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.(ESV)

Here is the triumph of this message:  Even when identity collapses, God does not let the person be lost.

My memory failed.  My context vanished.  My sense of self cracked down the middle.

But God held the pieces.

The woman I didn’t recognize was still my wife.  The children I didn’t know were still my children.  The life I couldn’t recall was still the life God assigned to me.

I lost my place in the world.  God did not lose His place in me.

Identity can crack.  It can warp.  It can shatter.  But God is the one who holds the thread.  And when the thread snapped, God did not let go.

The Practice of Obedience:  Naming What Feels Unfamiliar

Identity collapse does not always come through trauma.  Sometimes it comes through seasons where familiarity breaks.  Today’s obedience is about engaging that break rather than avoiding it.

1. Physical Act:  Walk Through a Familiar Space Intentionally Slowly

Let your body feel familiarity.  Let your mind observe it.  Whisper this prayer:  “Lord, make me aware of what I overlook.”

2. Relational Act:  Ask Someone You Love to Describe You

Not your roles.  Not your work.  Not your skills.  Ask:  “When you think of who I am — not what I do — what do you see?”  Receive it without defense.

3. Spiritual Act:  Name Before God One Part of Your Life That Feels Foreign Right Now

Say it aloud:  “Lord, this part of me feels unfamiliar, and I need You to show me what is true.”  This is how we learn to hear God in the quiet places where identity fractures.


[⚓ Floatie] [✒️ Forge] [⚒️ Anvil] [🔥 Ember] [🌿 Covenant Triumph]
This post follows the Forge Baseline Rule—layered truth for the discerning remnant.

3 responses to “Practical Christianity:  The Unmade Self Part 2 — The Day I Broke”

  1. RW - Disciple of Yahshua Avatar
    RW – Disciple of Yahshua

    Wow! Although you do a good job of explaining and painting the picture, I can’t even imagine…I don’t even know who you were on that side of the rebuilding, but I can tell you that it produced an obedient servant that continues to bless me and my family with thought provoking and soul searching conviction on this side. To Abba goes all the glory!

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    1. Don Avatar
      Don

      The person I had become in the months leading up to the wreck is fairly similar to who I am now. The difference then was that I had made promises that should never have been made to people who would abuse those promises. The wreck freed me from those. It’s not that I didn’t make those promises. It’s that I was forced to see that they were not going to keep their end of the bargain even if I kept mine. I knew this before, but was still planning on holding up my end.

      Here’s where things get tricky. I was putting these promises before everything else. I was willing to uphold my end of the bargain even knowing that they were going to use me for all I was worth and then throw me away without a second thought. That means that I was putting them before my own wife and kids. I was really even putting the integrity behind those promises before God. That had become my identity. That was the same mistake my dad had made. That was the mistake he was trying to help me not repeat when he asked me for the things he did after he died. (He wanted me to do certain things with his estate after his death.) He knew that his request was incompatible with the promises that I had made to the rest of the family. He knew that I would have to pick which promise to keep. He could see that my priorities were not correct. So, he put me in a position where I would have to pick one or the other. In the end, I chose to honor my Father, honor my father, and honor my wife. This caused the rest of the family to show who they really were and what they really thought of me.

      That was a really painful time in a lot of ways. To make it all make sense I’m sure a lot more detail is needed. I’m willing. I’m just not sure if I have the time at the moment.

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      1. RW - Disciple of Yahshua Avatar
        RW – Disciple of Yahshua

        I think that explains it plenty. A type of “honor among thieves” that really boils down to no honor at all. I struggle with some of the same things in my family. I choose to do what honors Abba first, my obedience to Him and His commands, then my mother and deceased father(also His commands), after that it’s up to them. I’m discovering more and more that just because I’m choosing these things doesn’t mean that everyone else is, but everyone else will not be at the judgement throne with me nor I them, so I must walk my own path, righteous in His eyes only.

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