Maybe my lesson is the one you need today. Maybe your pain is still holding you down, even to the point of wrapping itself around your throat and constricting every breath you take.
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
..we isolate ourselves, physically, mentally, and spiritually. We voluntarily walk into his cell, lock the door, and throw the key. We batter ourselves within our mental disorder until it is all we focus on, all we can see.
A short reminder to encourage the anxiety fighter out there.
I believe in His mighty ways, but I wonder who I ticked off. These irrational thoughts lead back to my religious beginnings of doing more rather than being enough.
The impact of addiction on a family is substantial.
Even those closest to you cannot stop to join you in your storm. They may say, 'I am here for you,' or 'We will do this together,' but the reality is, no one is emerged in the muck with you. You are standing solo. Maybe your spouse is with you, or maybe not. Other family and friends are over there on the sidelines, cheering you on. You are covered in prayer and loved beyond expectations. However, only one remains at your side.
Wrestling with fear stole my peace; for that, I hold many regrets. Is it possible to fear and still trust? According to this verse, we trust in God and will not fear. One depends on the other.
When mental illness meets addiction, death happens.
My struggle in anxiety is the complete loss of control. I can work my thoughts in depression and mania, but anxiety has proven to take the upper hand in the past.