Belief in the unknowing
I have been afraid most of my life. When I was just eight, I started experiencing severe disabling anxiety. School was the worst for me. Getting me there was the worst for my parents. It wasn’t ever about anything specific, just like a constant weight of fear pressing down on me, feeling as if something horrible could happen at any second. The anxiety didn’t stop as soon as I got to school. It stayed through the whole day, each hour feeling like a new mountain to climb. It stayed like that for years. Years. And through those years, prayer was my biggest tool. Like having heaven on speed dial. I would just talk to Heavenly Father, tell him about how scared I was and how I needed His help. I never hesitated to pray. Then as I got older, in my later teen years, I started having the sneaky feeling that I was bothering God. I was annoying Him with how much I prayed. I was taking advantage of His love and grace. So I backed off. And the distance between us grew and grew and as tim...
