I was in the doctor’s office this week. Convinced my new blood pressure medication was causing some significant issues, they checked this and that, took blood, and sent me home with new meds, and told me I had depleted my electrolytes. Blood pressure medication can do that.
I found out my symptoms, while answered by this electrolyte thing, are also shared with anxiety:
- heart palpitations
- chest pain
- tingling extremities
- Difficulty breathing
(To name a few)
The science behind resolving electrolyte imbalance is to replenish. By now, all should be back to normal. However, chest pain woke me out of sleep last night, and I realized what was happening. Having experienced anxiety-driven chest pain once before, it took me time to figure it out, but I knew. Anxiety is here.
I help myself. I use my bag of tricks, including meditation and deep breathing. I seek help and consider the use of medication. I do not give up; I fight.
Did stress lead me to depression and anxiety? I have been calm and at peace, but pressure has escalated. That is the gift of a relationship with Jesus Christ. Outwardly, life is putting a beating on me. Inwardly, Christ has protected me from such assault. If Satan is holding the weapon, Jesus, in me, is my defense. His power is impenetrable. For that, I am grateful.
Stress is my enemy, and Satan uses it to attack my physical health. Be gone, Satan; your power is useless here. This body is temporary; my time here is fleeting. I am passing through this world, an eternity of peace and security awaits. I may be tired from the journey, but God is with me. He supplies my energy and revives my hope. I have no fear. Physically, my body is depressed, and mentally it’s drained, but spiritually, I remain a pillar of strength and survival. I will not be moved.
This is being a woman of faith. Before I am anything, including a bipolar survivor, I am a believing child of God. And I won’t be taken down.
So, let’s get on with it. Let the healing begin.