Anxiety posting continues…
Last night, I had such a hard time falling asleep.
I couldn’t quiet down my brain.
I was so tired I could hardly move or talk…
And yet, my brain refused to quiet.
I was running all the comments on Facebook – had I offended someone? If I had, did I need to worry about it – or was it their problem?
That conversation I had with a coworker today – did they know I was kidding?
The class of 9th graders I lead – did I do a good job, or did I really miss the mark?
The answer I would give to any other is – “It’s totally their problem, yes they knew you were kidding, and of course you did a good job. Try not to stress!”
And yet, for myself, I could not offer these kind words. At least not in the moment.
After getting some rest, I am able to find peace. Some exercise has helped – and reaching out to friends has offered more comfort than I can ever be able to thank them for sufficiently.
Anxiety will not have the last word. Stefanie will. Even if she continues to struggle with Anxiety until she’s old and feeble – Stefanie will have the last word. (With the help of God, of course!)