prayers to win our spiritual battlesagainst words and word curses:
When My Dad Said I’d “End Up a Nobody”
I was 16, sitting at this very kitchen table, when my dad—fresh off a double shift and a six-pack—slurred, “You’ll never amount to crap.” I carried those words like a brick in my gut for years. Failed relationships? “Guess Dad was right.” Lost job? “I’m a nobody.” Then one night, crying in a Walmart parking lot, I realized: His words weren’t a prophecy. They were poison. Here’s how I learned to fight back—not with fists, but with prayers that actually work.
Word Curses Aren’t Just “Bad Vibes”
Let’s get raw: A word curse is when someone’s cruel jab digs under your skin and starts rotting your soul. It’s not just insults. It’s the stuff that plays on loop at 3 a.m.:
- “You’re too sensitive.”
- “No one will ever love you.”
- “You’re just like your deadbeat uncle.”
These aren’t words. They’re spiritual landmines. And honey, I’ve stepped on enough to know—they hurt.
How to Tell If You’re Cursed (Spoiler: You’re Not Crazy)
You know that heaviness when you walk into a room where someone tore you down? Or how you flinch when your boss says “We need to talk”—just like your ex did? That’s not anxiety. That’s residue.
My Wake-Up Call: After Dad’s words became my inner soundtrack, I bombed a college presentation. Panic attack. Sweat stains. The works. Later, my mentor said, “You’re letting a drunk man’s rant write your story.”
Prayers That Don’t Sound Like Church Pamphlets
Forget thee’s and thou’s. Pray like you’re mad. Pray like you’re desperate. Here’s what worked for me:
1. The “Scream-It-Out” Prayer
“God, I’m done carrying this crap. Every lie [name] said about me? Burn it. Every time I called myself ‘stupid’? Shut my mouth. Fill me with truth so loud, the demons get tinnitus. Amen.”
2. The “Family Curse” Bulldozer
“Jesus, my great-grandma said we’re cursed with divorce and debt. Well, I’m not her. Break that junk off me. Bless my kids with better stories. Let my lineage start here. Amen.”
3. The “Shield My Brain” Prayer
“Holy Spirit, when my mind replays [toxic phrase], hijack my thoughts. Scream over it with ‘Loved,’ ‘Worthy,’ ‘Enough.’ And hey—help me forgive the idiot who said it. Amen.”
After Praying: Get Dirty
Prayers aren’t magic. They’re starters. Here’s how to keep curses dead:
- Rewrite the Script: My fridge has sticky notes: “I hire myself.” “I choose kind men.” “I’m Dad’s kid, not his issues.”
- Burn Letters (Safely): Write every curse, then set it ablaze in a metal bowl. (I used my ex’s breakup text. Poetic justice.)
- Cut the Cord: Avoid people who treat your heart like a dartboard. Yes, even if they’re “family.”
When the Curses Come Knocking Again
There’ll be days your Dad’s voice thunders through your mind at a job interview. Here’s my strategy:
- Blast Music: Blast “Survivor” by Destiny’s Child. Sing it. Sing it from the heart.
- Text Your Ride-or-Die: Mine sends voice notes: “Remember when you left that loser? You’re still that girl.”
- Pray Angry: “God, I’m not doing this again. Shut. It. Down.”
What the Bible Says (Without the Boring Bits)
- Proverbs 18:21: “Words can kill or cure.” So stop letting Karen from HR live rent-free in your skull.
- Galatians 3:13: “Jesus took the curse so you don’t have to.” His scars > their words.
- Psalm 141:3: “Guard my mouth like it’s Fort Knox.” Stop trash-talking yourself.
Forgiving the Ahole Who Hurt You**
Holding a grudge is like chugging Draino and waiting for them to die. Forgiveness isn’t saying “It’s okay.” It’s saying “You don’t own me anymore.”
Pray This: “God, I’m handing [name]’s crap back. It’s yours now. And hey—help them heal too. Maybe they had a crap dad.”
FAQs (From My DMs)
- “What if I cursed MYSELF?” Girl, same. Stop saying “I’m a mess.” Try “I’m a work in progress.”
- “What if prayers don’t ‘work’?” Keep going. Healing’s not a TikTok trend—it’s a grind.
- “Is this ‘spiritual warfare’?” Maybe. But Jesus already won. Walk like it.
Your Words Build or Bulldoze
You can’t control what others say, but you can:
- Shred their script.
- Rewrite yours in glitter.
- Protect your peace like it’s the last cupcake.
Start tonight. Write one lie you’ve believed. Burn it. Then bake those cupcakes. You’ve earned them.