“Never trust your fears. They don’t know your strength.” – Athena Singh
Fear. It’s been my greatest struggle. I know what it’s like to be in the throes of anxiety, to feel stuck in a whirlwind of irrational thoughts, feelings, and physical symptoms, unable to pull myself out of the pit of despair. Breaking free of anxiety and fear has been a long, sometimes painful, but ultimately hopeful process.
I am not here to promise you some magical cure. I am not even here to say that I’ve completely mastered my own anxiety. There are still tough days, but it doesn’t dominate my every waking moment anymore. I am not stuck in the muck and the mire of the pit anymore.
I kept silent for a long time about my struggle with anxiety and it’s still hard for me to share my story, but I’ve decided I want to be a part of breaking the stigma that so often comes along with mental illness. It’s also an exercise in vulnerability for me, someone who has a tendency to hide and withdraw, afraid to look weak, filled with shame about my struggle. But, most of all, I wanted this blog to be a beacon of hope for anyone who might be suffering in the grips of fear, the way I once was. You can overcome. You can heal. You can break free from anxiety.
Hope is a powerful weapon. Hope is the antidote to fear. Dare to hope.
2011. I had just gotten married and instead of newlywed bliss, I was more anxious than I had ever been in my life. I told myself it was just the transition that was causing these anxious feelings, these bizarre symptoms, these thoughts of hopelessness. I kept thinking that one day I would wake up andContinue reading “Miracles”
So, you really don’t need a “why” to feel anxious. I’ve struggled with that idea sometimes because as an analytical person I always want to know the reasons behind what I’m feeling, but I also know that sometimes searching for the “why” can add even more stress to whatever you’re feeling, especially when it’s notContinue reading “My Factors”
It was early morning, around 6am, on a cold, winter day. I was up watching the sun rise over our farm, savoring my coffee, my toes snuggled into cozy slippers, feeling peaceful and enjoying the view when I saw him. A fox appeared by the large evergreen trees to the right of our property. AtContinue reading “The Fox Who Survived”
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