On behalf of my suffering bros and sisses, I’m giving GAD a nickname: thorny anxiety. It stems not from a lack of trust in God or an immature faith, but from a thorn like the one Paul describes in his letter to the Corinthian church. Like Paul’s thorn, Generalized Anxiety Disorder has redemptive value that furthers God’s beautiful kingdom here on Earth.Read More Blessed are the clinically anxious.
I’m not entirely free–not these days. I struggle with the restratints of perfectionism–at a clinical level (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).Read More Summertime Shoulding
Life feels suspiciously bipolar.Read More The Existence of Sunshine and Genocide
I feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.Read More I feel like a tired helium balloon…
At the onset of my disorder, I mistook my anxiety for sin, which only exacerbated my pain and confusion…Read More Prelude to an anxious Christian
Can a rational, educated person believe in God (or subscribe to religion) while maintaining their intellectual integrity?Read More “Use your mind to use your soul”