tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244065109930949598.post2728446623642486083..comments2023-03-25T09:45:26.391-04:00Comments on Seeking Divinity: AnxietyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288925493907687573noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244065109930949598.post-90424332232359833822012-08-19T10:00:25.973-04:002012-08-19T10:00:25.973-04:00Kelly, I wish I had words as eloquent as yours. Yo...Kelly, I wish I had words as eloquent as yours. You have had much trauma in your life and the anxiety would seem normal to any who looked at your life. What they would also see is this strong, bull headed woman who always (in the years I have known you) risen up out of the ashes (sometimes literally). <br /><br />I know of this anxiety you speak of as I have suffered to the point of complete incapacitation from it over the years. Yet I am not sure my life from the outside looking in would justify the kind of debilitating anxiety I struggle with. It is unexplainable and makes you feel as though you are suffocating or drowning.<br /><br />You are a fighter and lyrics from a recent song come to my mind:<br />"Until the referee rings the bell<br />Until both your eyes start to swell<br />Until the crowd goes home<br />What we gonna do ya'll?<br /><br />Give em hell, turn their heads<br />Gonna live life 'til we're dead.<br />Give me scars, give me pain<br />Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me<br />There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter<br />Here comes the fighter<br />That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,<br />This one's a fighter"<br /><br />As always I am in awe of you. Your vulnerability, your perseverance, your weakness and your strength.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05152901528565504850noreply@blogger.com