Whatsoever Things are True: Thoughts on Anxiety

These past two weeks, I found out more than I ever wanted to know about this ill-fitting cloak labeled anxiety. I wore drooping eyes, wrinkled lines of worry, and a thick, blinding, unbearably heavy garment. Many times, I’ve talked with friends about their fears and troubles. I’ve attempted a couple mini intervention sessions. I’ve given pep talks. I’ve given…