There was a moment—I’ll never forget it—when I stood at the stove to cook, dishes piled in the kitchen sink, emails unanswered, work demands for an event I was ready to be finished with before it started, and a knot in my stomach that made it hard to breathe. I whispered, “Lord, I can’t go…
For most of my life, I didn’t just struggle with anxiety—I lived in it. Overcoming anxiety wasn’t possible while I held a misunderstanding of what anxiety was. I overthought everything. I’d replay conversations in my head for hours, convinced I’d said something wrong. I took things personally—every silence, every shift in tone—assuming I had disappointed…