I’ve got a lot of homework to do. That’s normal. In fact, I really shouldn’t even be writing this.

But I’ve got some things I want to say.

First and foremost, I just want to thank the Lord for getting my life back on track. For this entire school year, but this quarter in particular, I’ve been struggling with anxiety. Major, major anxiety.

At the beginning of last week, I finally took steps to help solve the problem.

I confided in trusted friends (and my boyfriend) who were all more than supportive. I talked to my Bible study leader and discipler to start working through some solutions. But most importantly, I took it to God.

After a few torturous days, I finally laid it all before God. I was lying in bed, just in total despair at what my mental life was becoming. Then out of nowhere, I just began praying. Up until that point, praying felt like talking to a wall. It didn’t feel organic, it didn’t feel real. But this was different. This time, I felt that God was legitimately listening, and that He legitimately cared.

A huge weight had been lifted.

I’m still struggling with this, but I keep laying it before the Lord, and He keeps pulling through for me, as He always has and always will.

The reassurance that I am loved by someone greater than myself means everything.

It is everything.