Posting for the sake of posting this week.
I started discipleship at church.
I'm trying to study for a quiz.
Another anxiety attack today as I was heading out the door to go to class. I was trying to handle it, squash it down, until it became a deluge and swallowed me.
I will am trying to learn to accept it. I try to fight the biological reaction and sometimes I succeed, but most of the time I don't. I don't really get emotional after an attack, but this one I did. Frustrating.
I'm frustrated that it recurs. I dislike being a burden to those I love. In some level I feel like I should be "stronger than this", but maybe I'm not, at least on my own.
I look back on the times I've gotten out of these pits. I've made it, miraculously.
I'm in the last semester in school. Pressure.
I can (and have!) do(ne) all things through Christ who strengthens me. This I affirm. This I have and continually see.
Prayer: Shalom. Shalom.