I’ve struggled with anxiety ever since I was just a little girl. For several years now my mom has been wanting me to open up about my anxiety to people and I just couldn’t do it.
Two years ago, when I came home from school after a really bad day filled with anxiety, my dad and I had our world famous talks. He told me that one day he hopes that I am able to share my story with people. I was very confused and didn’t understand. What story? I don’t have a story. If I do than its a very depressing one. My father than told me that he thinks I have a beautiful story of courage and strength of how I am able to fight through my anxiety with The Lord by my side.
I didn’t imagine two years later that I would be sharing my story with my whole youth group.
When I told my story, it was a bittersweet moment. It was a huge sigh of relief when I let out every moment about my struggle with anxiety. I’ve held in this big part of my life for so long now and getting the opportunity to let it all out made me feel so much better. I felt closer than ever with these amazing people. I’m not gonna lie I was scared cause I didn’t wanna get judged or treated differently. Till this moment I still wander if people think I’m crazy or not, but I can’t worry about that. I need to focus on the fact that I opened up a big part of my life to these people when I told myself that’s the last thing I would ever do.
My father told me that I had a story to tell, and yes indeed he was right about that.