This weekend, Clive and I attended the Loved, Chosen & Free seminar—a one-day event focused on healing from shame. The first session confronted us with a powerful worksheet outlining 36 shame strongholds. We were asked to reflect on each and tick “Never,” “Seldom,” or “Painfully So.”With a heavy heart, I shamefully realised that almost every box I ticked fell under “Painfully So.”

Later that morning, I found myself at the front of the room with Sandra during a live prayer ministry demonstration. Together, we invited Jesus into one of my deepest foundational lies: “I am a mistake.”A belief I had unknowingly carried for so long.

During the session, Sandra asked if “Trixi” was my real name. I hesitated, then admitted that my given name is Patrizia.

At lunchtime, a woman I had never met approached me with joyful urgency.

She said, “Trixi, you need to claim your name back! Do you know what it means?”I shook my head.“Patrizia means ‘of noble birth,’ and Trixi means ‘bringer of joy!’”

Her words pierced deep — like a prophetic key unlocking something long buried.

As I’ve shared in other testimonies, the enemy began attacking my identity while I was still in the womb, starting with my name when Oma told mom to "give the child a decent name" because she wanted to call me Elisabeth but that's every first daughter's name in previous generations until mom arrived. So I became Patrizia Elisabeth. Not owning my name — its beauty, its truth — was just one more thread in that tapestry of shame.

But that day… God began to untangle it.