I could write endlessly about hundreds of aspects of anxiety, and what I’ve found to be beneficial. But the series has gotta end eventually. There are some thoughts I have to leave with you, that didn’t fit in anywhere else, before we finish. These are paramount thoughts, for me anyhow, even though they aren’t full gown enough to merit their own post.
When G was first diagnosed with colitis and given his strict grain free diet, we were stuck between a VERY big rock and VERY hard place. He works out of a truck. Sometimes he doesn’t even see a restaurant… but let’s face it. Even if he did, a restaurant meal a day (especially of the gluten free variety) is gonna get pretty expensive pretty quick.
Hi, Christian with anxiety. We’re friends! Maybe we don’t know each other, but we totally have the same struggle and the same God watching over us. (So we’re definitely friends.) I don’t know if I’ve ever written a post on a topic quite as difficult for me as this one. Because Christians aren’t supposed to have anxiety. We’ve all heard that the Bible says “fear not” 365 times, once for each day.
I am totally committed to providing my family healthy, yummy meals. (And in our relationship, food is my job. I’m happy with that. I love being the one who decides, unilaterally, what I’ll eat and what I’ll buy.)
But…everyone has those days when nothing is going right – you slept in, your kid’s been sick all day, your dishwasher overflowed and maybe the dryer started a fire.
I celebrated (well, I had cake anyhow, I use the word “celebrated” a little more loosely than I used to) my 30th birthday earlier this month, and it’s made me a bit reflective. It was a little harder that I expected… for a few minutes. Then I got myself together and reminded me that a birthday is a blessing, and a number is just a number.
Are you embarrassed to start talking about anxiety with friends and family? Maybe they know, but they brush it off like it’s not a big deal. Maybe you’ve been told one too many times that you’re being a bit ridiculous, or you’ve been called a hypochondriac or a conspiracy theorist or my favorite one – dramatic? Or something else that was a little hurtful (even if it was maybe a little truthful)?