Since the loss of my son, I began having panic attacks.
If you have them, you know what they are. They’re scary!
After the 3rd visit at the ER, a very kind doctor asked me, “Why won’t you take the medicine your doctor recommended? What are you afraid of?”
I wanted to cry out, “Because I’m a Christian and we don’t take stuff like that!”
But I didn’t. I was silent.
“If you had diabetes, you would be taking insulin, true?”
The light went on. I’m not weak in my faith. I had misdirected faith. Would I have the faith to trust God to do something I didn’t understand? That I didn’t want to do?
I filled the prescription and it took less than a week to get straightened around.
The scary part of panic attacks was my mind racing. I felt like I was losing control. But the truth was, I wasn’t.
Truth is a wonderful thing. Perhaps difficult to admit to at first, but it really does set you free.
~to be continued~