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.
Sitting at work like, "Was I even here in December. When did the sun come back? What just happened to 2019, was I even in it?"
From far away, things look regular and routine. However, up close, you see the jagged edges and broken pieces of a shattered soul. When I step into myself, I face a stranger.
Depression is hard, but we keep trying.
Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
Constant and complete care of my soul is what God desires to provide. He is the rescuer through my troubles.
Even for the worst of sinners, God has opened arms and renewal of life!
Jeremiah 29:11-13-Seek Him with all your heart,
We are required to trust Him through the unseen and unknown. Handing us a crystal ball would be cheating, and no faith at all.
For years, I was abused. My nights were terrorized, and my days were haunted by evil. I was threatened into silence, and feared for the life of those I loved the most.