The issue of anxiety was an alien concept to me a year ago.

If asked what it was, I’d say “oh, anxiety is worry. But why worry. Just simply stop.”

How naive.

How would I know that in just 6 months I’d begin to understand the weight of this affliction. Lately, I’ve been hounded by it frequently during the day.

It is torment. It feels like the following things:

1) Being punched in the gut
2) As my friend Jason describes it: it’s like having a 50 pound baby sit on your chest
3) Having your vision, outlook, thinking, feelings, every thing shrouded in darkness
4) Wondering why you don’t feel passionate about the things that you used to be passionate about.

The upside of this is that I am learning to depend on God completely. I also realize that I am not alone – Jesus has promised never to forsake me nor leave me.

That thought provides comfort most of the time. Sometimes it doesn’t, and I just wish I never had to deal with anxiety at all.