I wrote this 4 months ago. I wanted this to be a declaration of my faith for freedom from anxiety. I wanted this to be a way to explain to my friends that I’m not mad at them when I say that I don’t feel like talking, I’m just too anxious to function. Or that I can’t go out tonight not because I’m tired, but because I just had an anxiety attack and would rather sleep. Or that I’m not just thoughtful, but that my thoughts are consuming me and I feel like I might explode.
I pray this heals some hearts. I pray you remember that you’re not alone in this. You never were alone.
I’ve been told that it’s hardest to talk about a valley that you’re still going through. But I believe that it’s easier to help someone in the valley when you’re going through the valley together, especially if you’re lead by the Creator of that valley. I know I’m not making much sense right now but this is very hard for me to talk about. It’ll make more sense as you read about one of my deepest struggles and I pray that it provides you with some light.
I’ve struggled with anxiety for a very long time. Some days I wake up anxious and shaking for no reason at all. There are moments when I have to emotionally shut myself down because, if I don’t, I might have a panic attack. Even typing this right now and knowing that at least one other person might be reading this is making me…
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