I feel smothered by anxiety lately.
An invisible python has coiled itself tightly around me, squeezing the life out of me, and I just stand there, paralyzed in fear.
Will it kill me?
Will I ever get out?
It’s snuffed out my confidence, my passion, my motivation.
Will I ever write with conviction again?
How does one write emphatically about a truth they haven’t embraced themselves?
I’ve noticed that lately, how I’m not sure of anything these days, a disconnect between the head and heart.
One can’t encourage unless they’ve been encouraged, inspire unless they’ve been inspired.
And I’m not.
I haven’t heard from God lately, and that bothers me. I find myself at a loss for words, my heart void of passion, and I don’t even know where to look for it.
I long to be connected, to move forward, to seek wisdom, to find confidence and speak boldly, but I’m stuck…
Self-doubt so heavy it’s exhausting. Standards so high they’re debilitating.
I know I just need to start somewhere, but where exactly would that be?