It’s been almost exactly a year since I began attacking the subject of my own anxiety and combing through God’s Word to see what His thoughts were on the subject. While I would be lying to say I’m “cured,” I can confidently tell you that my baseless fear and rampant, debilitating anxiety now has an underscore of a faith I didn’t understand before.
I still experience anxiety. It’s not as often as it used to be, but it’s still there. I find my anxious feelings come mostly at night, but also in the face of new situations or situations that I have little control over.
Now, when I feel an episode coming on, I can go to that place inside where I rely on God’s promise to never leave me or forsake me and trust that He will take care of me no matter what happens. In the moment during an attack, I feel like I’m hanging onto those promises with a slippery thread of hope, but I remind myself that God’s Word tells me that He is holding onto me.
“For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you” (Isaiah 41:13).