When I was 4 or 5, I experienced my first grief. My mother's best friend died of a heart attack. I came home to find my mom crying at the top of the stairs uncontrollably. I did all I could to soothe her, but I didn't realize what death really was. Later, in school, the kids at the lunch table started to talk about angels, and I had my first anxiety attack. I realize now I was afraid of death at a young age. This eventually spiraled into full blown psychosis when I was 19. Years went by with many changes in medication and building up coping skills.
I am here to testify that nothing has saved me more than Jesus. I've been through intense panic attacks, weeks of pure fear, and loneliness that I don't wish on anyone. Simply speaking His name brings me all the comfort I could ever ask for. I still take my meds, but I know the King of kings is waiting to pull me into His arms and celebrate with Him for all eternity.
I am here to testify that nothing has saved me more than Jesus. I've been through intense panic attacks, weeks of pure fear, and loneliness that I don't wish on anyone. Simply speaking His name brings me all the comfort I could ever ask for. I still take my meds, but I know the King of kings is waiting to pull me into His arms and celebrate with Him for all eternity.
