It’s so fucking frustrating dealing with anxiety and depression. One moment I’m so happy and positive and then the next I get this horrible feeling where I feel so sick and small and I want to burst into tears and bury myself in my bed and cling onto the sheets and pillows. I always beat out the sadness but it always comes back. I’m just so sad and I don’t even know why anymore. It’s all built at my core and everytime I bury it, it digs itself back up again. I am so alone. I just want a body next to mine to hold onto, to feel safe.
Hey friends. Consider this that nudge you needed to go spend time with God.
Stress? Worry? Fear? Anxiety? Sadness? He’s hope. He’s peace. He’s truth. He’s courage. He’s joy. Get your eyes off the things on earth and look into Jesus’ eyes.