My whole life, I have dealt with excessive worrying and, on occasion, panic. Because of this, I always thought that I was just meant to be cautious and reserved while everyone else lived wild, enchanting lives. I didn’t necessarily want to live that way, though, because it was dangerous and unknown. When I was a sophomore in high school, I was officially diagnosed with anxiety. From this place, I learned about what life can be like without the burden of constant overanalyzing wracking my mind and body. Jesus provided me with three things that I will never forget.
- Himself – God sacrificed His Son, Jesus, on the cross so I could live a life of freedom. This will forever be where I place my hope.
- His children – The people around me that can offer support and guidance are a source of consistent joy. Friends and family who share in similar struggles or seek to understand and listen are beautiful treasures each and every day.
- Medicine – A lot of people will argue that God is sufficient for all ailments. This is true to a point. I believe that God gave us science and modern medicine so we could better take care of our physical bodies. Yes, there are ways to abuse these institutions, but I can say from firsthand experience that sometimes medication can be exactly what someone needs in order to get back to a sense of normalcy in life. If you ever want to talk more about this, feel free to let me know. I would love to tell you more about my testimony from struggle to healing and all the battles that still ensue over my mind.
Psalm 116 uniquely expresses this story of redemption through God’s faithfulness. In the very first verse, it shows that He hears our voices. Out of this place of knowing in our spirit that He hears us, we can call out to Him more. We don’t need muster up our own strength to call out to Him—the Holy Spirit helps by beckoning us into His presence. This is the true place of healing.