Imagine your words are like fuel for broken peoole, for people who worry about things you’ve never been worried about. Fuel for those who are anxious about certain situations you’ve never had anxiety for.
I reckon we’ve all been anxious about one thing or another, we’ve all worried about things that would never really happen. Yet in everything, in all of this God has never fled, his never packed his bag and said something like ‘this is to much, I can’t help you, your life is jacked, your to far gone’.
The fact that words are like fuel means that we have the obligation, the opportunity and the responsibility to speak hope over people and ourselves.
Even if you don’t understand anxiety and how it affects people, I’m convinced we can understand what it’s like even a little bit.
Anxiety is like an invisible theif that robs people of joy, experiences and ultimately the freedom to be oneself. I bet your friend isn’t avoiding you because they no longer value you, but maybe as much as they’re stocked to hangout anxeity reared it’s ugly face and spoke some negativity?
The harsh reality is this, because our words are like fuel we can switch stigma on and off. We can acknowledge what we don’t understand and love people either way (switching off the stigma) or we acknowledge the mental health, yet judge anyway (switching on the stigma).
I think the most important thing about understanding anxiety is instead of assuming we know what happens, or what it feels like to be anxious. We need to sit down with our friend/ friends or our family, and ask what it’s like for them and how they feel when anxiety comes.
The only way we can permanently switch off stigma is seeking out the right information, sometimes that’s talking to someone who personally experiences mental health.
In 2010 I bought four tickets to see the band Underoath (haven’t seen them yet) I was so excited and was listening to my favorite album for months leading up to it. About a week or so before the gig, I started getting really anxious about the whole thing, worrying about stuff that would probably never happen and those tcikets went to waste.
I knew three friends who would’ve totally come with me, but anxeity won that fight.
This wasn’t the first time anxiety reared it’s ugly face and it sure hasn’t been the last.
Yet in everything, in all of this God has never fled, his never packed his bag and said something like ‘this is to much, I can’t help you, your life is jacked, your to far gone’.
Much love, Shaun