
Before the fly decided to take a swim…it didn’t make it.
The other night I had anxiety which led to me being up later than usual. After I took something for anxiety, I listened to a guided meditation and then I drifted off to sleep. I recall right before I drifted off to sleep, I began to silently TALK BACK to anxiety. To the thoughts in my mind. “It’s alright, Nicole. Everything will work out for your good. Anxiety is such a liar. You are so blessed. You actually manifested this home and it was a grueling process but, you made it. You can even dream of another home. You will find love and love will find you. Does it really matter when it shows up? It will show up. Anxiety knows nothing but negativity. Money is not a problem. Books will become best sellers. You can do it. If they can write books back to back you can, too. The right people will read your books. You are loved. God loves you and cares about your wants, desires, needs.”
And somewhere afterwards I feel asleep. The next few days I thought about how anxiety talks a lot of trash. You know like athletes do when they are in a game. You do not want to hear some of the things they say. Growing up with a few athletic siblings, the things you hear courtside is not for the “saints”. Some of the things football players say on the field…
Well, that is how anxiety is. It’s talks TRASH. It gets you riled up and sometimes it gets you to become overwhelmed or afraid. Some of us go into shut down mode and some of us become agitated. But, once it was brought to my attention that anxiety talks trash, I thought about how the other player usually talks trash back. I didn’t want to talk trash so I decided to call it “Talking TRUTH and FACTS” back. I call it talking HOPE.
The next time anxiety begins to talk trash, talk truth, facts, and hope.
It’s a fact I am 40 something and I haven’t found love. It’s also a fact that I can still find love.
I don’t know how it’s going to work out but, God always works it out. Let me tell you about some times it worked out for me…
And so on and so forth. This is just one method I am learning to use when anxiety wants to talk to me. I hope it helps someone else.
~Nikki
We don’t need no stinking anxiety. At least that is what my therapist tells me. I mean sort of. What a wonderful message for me this evening. I am on the verge of a big event tomorrow that makes me anxious. This is just what I needed to read today. …………………… rick
I like that: WE DON’T NEED NO STINKING ANXIETY!
Keep shouting back!