“I’ll be praying for you that you’ll have the strength to face your fears.”
This is a condensed version of a text my sister sent me recently.
I’ve been struggling with some really intense anxiety over the last year. Anxiety that I can’t explain, control, or confront. It springs on me at the most inconvenient times. It makes me feel weak and irrational. It makes me feel alone. And, frequently, it makes me feel like a bad friend. I wish I could say it’s been getting better. But it hasn’t.
I’ve been very private and embarrassed about all this. But upon receiving the above text, I realized something.