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Social Anxiety

Many of us fight this battle.  The battle of social anxiety.  Our brains lie to us. They tell us what isn't true, bit to the point that we believe it. Social anxiety makes it hard to function, keeps from doing things we may otherwise enjoy. 

Others of us battle PTS, post-traumatic stress.  This is not the feeling you get after a scary dream or an adrenaline rush.  PTS occurs 30+ days after a traumatic event.  It can last for days, weeks, months or years (if not treated). It is debilitating and awful.

Many fight both battles each once feeding the other.  Mental health is important and not to be taken lightly. Mental and emotional struggles are not a sign of weakness, they do not mean you are "crazy".

We live in fallen, sinful, broken world.  It is not as it once was nor as it will be when God restores it. There is hope because whatever struggles we face, no matter hope much of our life we have to battle, it is all temporary.  With death (for the Christian) comes healing and wholeness. 

Till then, don't be afraid to talk about your struggles. Be willing to seek help.  There is help! God has gifted us with knowledge. He has shown us ways to overcome the evil and struggles we face.

Prayer is one step, faith is another, and after that there are so many avenues to healing. And maybe you will always have Social Anxiety, Bipolar, Depression, etc. God doesn't always remove the weight, but He does always help carry the load. He does offer peace, rest and comfort. 

We are all broken, but we all have a chance to turn to the Potter for healing and wholeness and in that truth is joy unspeakable. I can rest tonight knowing that my struggles are ultimately temporary and God will bring wholeness. Till then I will use my battles to help others navigate their paths. 




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