Wow. Okay, let me just say, that ANYTHING is possible through Christ who strengthens me. I want that to be the leading theme in this post because it is so undeniably true.
I'm going to tell y'all what I've been doing these last few months and where I was a year ago. A year ago . . . I felt trapped in anxiety. Really trapped. I'd done all the research, I'd had some therapy sessions that just seemed to be turning redundant. I'd gone to the doctors, I'd taken the nutritionalist route, I'd read different methods to getting over anxiety. Meanwhile, I was dealing with the physical symptoms and I have them listed, DP being one of the most prominent symptoms and lasting 24/7. Going in public freaked me out. I raced out of stores. I ran out of them a handful of times.
Now I'm going to tell you what I've done now.
I have taken my driver's test. I've gotten my permit. I'm learning to drive. I'm not rushing in and out of stores as much and I actually TAKE MY TIME. My focus is better. I'm able to calm myself down easier. Few weeks ago I had some old symptoms and this time I tried to just let them be . . . and they're gone. I took my GED, not knowing I'd be put in a room without my phone, in a place I've never been, for six hours. That I'd have to wait in a campus I didn't know for my mom with a headache another 45 minutes after. That, by the grace of God, I passed it. And really . . . not much anxiety. There was some. My gosh, there was definitely some, but I still did it. And now? I WANT to leave my house. I like going into places. Sure, there are times when I don't, but those times don't bring me down, because I know they aren't lasting.
So wherever you are, however bad anxiety is making you feel, however trapped, I want you to know that there IS hope. The first step is the hardest, but it DOES get easier. Maybe it'll take time. Maybe six months. Maybe more. But it's worth it. So don't give up. Don't accept anything less, because you were destined to be free.