combating anxiety one small moment at a time In the hustle and bustle of our modern lives, it's all too easy to become overwhelmed by the constant barrage of information, responsibilities, and stressors that seem to be a never-ending part of our daily routine. Anxiety, a common companion in this fast-paced world, can leave us… Continue reading The art of noticing the small things
I feel hopelessly unworthy, unsure of even God’s presence. Does this sound familiar to you? If you are in a difficult season of debilitating depression and anxiety, you are not alone.
Introducing a transformative journey tailored specifically for Christian women who grapple with anxiety.
At moments of high anxiety, I've asked myself, "Will I ever get past this?" Here's what I've found after 30 years of the struggle.
Research has shown that children of a parent with an anxiety disorder have a 33 percent higher chance of having it themselves. I can despair over the fact that maybe my kids will have to navigate life with the mental health diagnosis, or I can give what I wish I would have received in my teenage years as my own mental illness began to take root.
We hear about bucket lists, being the "yes" parent, and how we only have so many summers left with our kids. All of that may lead you to feel the pressure to make the most of the summer ahead - and with that pressure comes anxiety.
Are you struggling right now and finding yourself asking "Can we just skip to the good part?" Seasons of illness, poor relationships, hard parenting, tough jobs, dark mental health - the list goes on. Sure, the easy route would be to skip to the good part, get past all this angst, and finally feel like things are good.
We can hold on to the belief that if we just work a little harder, pray a little more, have a little more faith, push ourselves that extra step, then everything will start falling into place. But eventually, it will burn us out. What then?
In addition to finally getting the practical help I needed, I also made the surprising discovery that embracing the reality of my limited number of days on earth has been key to unlocking the peace I had been longing for.
When I was at my lowest point with my anxiety and depression, it took all of my mental energy to convince myself to get out of bed and move through my day. Most of my days I went through the motions of getting the kids off to school, working my secretary job, and being back home in time to welcome the kids home from school. Outwardly, I did my best to hold myself together when inwardly I was vacillating between wanting to cry in the dark or scream into a pillow.
