January 28, 2013
that depression and anxiety were as un-stigma’d as having a cold or the flu. That I could post on Facebook “Anxiety really acting up today” and people would offer to go to the store for me or bring me soup instead of thinking I was crazy. Or I could say “Depression is really hard this week,” and people would say, “Yeah, I had that once and it kept me in bed for days.” Instead of thinking I was crazy and needed to be on suicide watch. Then I could feel more normal.
Anxiety bad today.
January 22, 2013
I’ve been reading 1 Peter 5:7 a lot lately, in various translations.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
Throw all your anxiety onto him, because he cares about you.
God cares for you, so turn all your worries over to him.
Leave all your worries with him, because he cares for you.
Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.
Cast all your anxieties on him, for he cares about you.
I’ve been having some sort of PTSD effects from the dog situation. I’ve never been scared of dogs in my life and I’m finding myself skittish around dogs when they interact. My neighbor who was involved mentioned that her dogs are having a lot of trouble with other dogs since the incident, and I feel terrible – but what else could I have done? I put my dog down, can’t do more than that. Also I miss her and feel guilty. Not as guilty as I thought I’d feel, which is a blessing, but guilty.
I’m worried about money, and finding a new dog who is right for me (which is seeming like an impossible task now), and being single forever, and about a million other things. And I’m trying to remember in all this that God cares for me. That’s pretty big. The creator of the world cares for me. I don’t know why I believe that sometimes; it seems ridiculous, but I do believe it.