I wish I didn't have mental illness. I think of all the things I could and should be doing with my life as I have legs that work, eyes that see, and ears that hear, but my mind is broken. I could be going on mission trips (feeding the hungry, I could be volunteering at a soup kitchen in my city, heck I could be just going door to door in my own neighborhood with gospel tracts. But my anxiety prevents me from doing all of those things. It chokes me up and keeps me captive tight in its grips so I am rendered useless for the Kingdom of God. It tempts me to hate myself. I waste so much time worrying and being addicted to the internet because it is the only thing that comforts me after a long day of crippling social anxiety. I can't bring myself out of it. Talking to people is such a challenge for me because I never developed healthy social skills growing up. I know when Jesus comes back to earth He will look at me and be like, "you didn't do squat for me!" don' t tell me it isn't about works--I know that. I know I don't have to do things to be saved, but I want so badly to GIVE BACK something. I want to be useful. Instead I feel like a waste of space. I don't know how to even get started in the things I dream of doing, and I don't even have the means to get started. I don't have any connections, no friends, no drivers license, no money or time to see a therapist so I can fix my deep seated issues. I feel like a bird that wants to fly but has broken wings. I can't fly.