He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows. Yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities. The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.

Isaiah 53: 3-5 NKJV

The Prison of Rejection is a dark, lonely place of torture and pain of the past, and those who have hurt us. You might say, “I hate myself, but I can’t tell you that. You’d tell me not to, but you really don’t understand.”

Rejection is deeply hurt feelings when pushed away or wronged by someone or not being acccepted. We can reject others, and we can reject ourselves. Rejecting others looks like questioning the motives of other people. Rejecting oneself looks like creating a new you and living in a separate reality.

We can be rejected by our parents, a loved one, an employer, the church, and even spiritual leaders.

Rejection is the result of a mistaken identity.