I knew I had to do some soul and spiritual searching in order to overcome this battle with anxiety.
Part of me is still holding onto what I always knew while the rest is progressively rewriting the narrative of me.
When uncertainty looms over and many sources of comfort are severed, anxiety is inevitable and fear might deplete your strength. It might feel like part of who you are has been taken away and you’re at a loss as to how to fill yourself up again.
I’m depressed. But I’m grateful I have writing because otherwise how else could I be so completely myself and feel understood even just by putting the words out there?