Refuting the lies

I have let the lies that my stepdad told me growing up ("I'm ugly", "I don't belong", and more) toxify my life for too long. His lies have stayed in my subconscious, and ruin my relationships and self-esteem because I have not dealt with them.

I now have started finally refuting my stepdad's lies by writing out each lie, and then writing out the respective truth. I have found myself literally sick at times when writing out the truth (e.g., "I'm lovable"). There's an aspect of my brain not being able to accept the truth after so many years of lies, but I'm sure that the evil one wants to keep me down as well. I -- and God's truth -- will persist in spite of the resistance.