Dear Anxiety,
A lot is going on in the world right now. I can feel you lurking beneath the surface. It’s during these times when you awaken from hibernation.
I know you think you’re protecting me, but you’re not. The truth is, you make me nuts. Hanging out with you causes a physical reaction and an excavating of all rational thinking. You plant seeds of worry that grow into skyscrapers.
You’ve ruled my days, preventing me from enjoying the precious moments in life. You were my default for the big and little things. You advised my choices and influenced my reactions. You came at me hard after my daughter was born, making me believe she was going to die.
You’ve forced yourself upon me. I never felt like I had a choice, but now it’s different.
I’ve been training for battle. I’m heavily armed. My greatest weapon?
The Truth
Truth tells me that I no longer have to engage with you. I get to choose whether or not I accept your thoughts and feelings. Even when my breath is shallow and incessant thoughts circle my brain, I Get To Choose.
I acknowledge your presence, but you will no longer control me. My choice partnered with God’s power is indestructible. And even though you still exist, I know how the story ends.
Spoiler Alert: you don’t survive.
