This is so very well-said. Thank you Karen.
I woke today with the familiar feeling of my heart starting to beat too fast and my mind racing. I know this feeling. I know what it means. I know that, as a recovering anxiety addict, it means that today will be a day when I have to fight for peace. These days are rare now- the result of the gift of healing. But they creep in on occasion, threatening my soul and demanding more attention than I desire to give. It happens, even to recovering anxious people.
Anxiety was a trademark of my childhood, though I am not sure how often people knew it. The remnants of a child hyperaware of others feelings and thoughts. The residue of a little one so fearful, she would lay awake nights mulling over the slightest thing that might have occurred… or not occurred. The jumbled up heart of a person who had been taught…
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