As a young child, I can’t remember life before a spirit of fear and anxiety slithered in and took up residence. I was “a good girl” and always aimed to please…so much so that to some degree I lost myself because I looked to adopt the ideas and expectations others set in order to be accepted. I did my chores, excelled in school and always strove to go above and beyond. Yet with that came anxiety and worry. It manifested in such great proportions that teachers nicknamed me a “worry-wart” and I wore that label like a badge of honor. It also led me to take on responsibility that wasn’t mine to carry. When my father died in my adolescence, my first anxious thought was, “What do I have to do to support my family?” And my next thought was, “This will not happen to me. I will be able to support my family if anything were ever to happen to my husband.” This pushed me not only to work hard and succeed, but also to take on a burden God never meant for me to shoulder. Click HERE to read the rest of this post.
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