I have spent most of my life as a very anxious person. I worried about everything as a child and that continued into adulthood. I spend 3 years carrying a bottle of Xanax around in my purse, I did not take it often but just having it in my purse would help keep me calm. If I left it at home, I would have a panic attack worrying about having a panic attack. Weird hu. Well then I found First Christian Church (or rather it found me) and meet the God and Jesus of the Bible and though the help of my husband, my son, my pastor, and the Grace of God I was able to kick the Xanax and rely on Faith, Family, and Friends to get me through the day. Not every day is a success but I shake those off and try to make a fresh start. There are plenty of times that I want to hide in my house and shut everybody (except my Darling Sean and Tyler) out and stay safe in my solitude. I, thankfully, don't have that option and am forced to keep going out into the world and putting my feelings out there for anyone to care for or hurt. I have had some amazing experiences and I have had some bad ones but the point is no matter what I keep trying and never give up. I want my son to live without anxiety and the only way for him to do that is for me to teach him that life is an adventure and with God on your side, you can do anything you set your mind to.
