Anxiety Is Part of My Story

That tiny pill…I take it.

I wish I didn’t, but I do.

I’ve tried more than once to stop. I’ve prayed. I’ve told myself I don’t need it. Therapy—tried it. I’ve heard the well-meaning words: It’s all in your head. If you trusted the Lord more, it would go away.

But you know what?

It didn’t.

That tiny pill keeps my heart at bay, and over the years I’ve learned something important—it’s okay.

I still trust in the Lord.

I still pray continually.

And I still take the pill.

Anxiety is real—at least to me. I can’t fully explain it or make sense of it. One moment I’m fine, and the next my heart feels like it’s racing out of my chest for no clear reason at all. No bad news. No fear-triggering moment. Just a sudden wave that feels overwhelming and frightening.

And the hardest part? I have a great life.

I’m happy. I have a wonderful husband, a loving family, supportive friends, and a church family that feels like home. I am surrounded by love and encouragement. And yet, anxiety still finds its way into my daily life.

Some days it’s quieter. Other days, it’s loud and persistent. When it comes, I take deep breaths. I remind myself I’m okay. I tell myself these are feelings, not facts. And I remind my heart that the Lord is with me—even here.

Maybe one day I won’t need that tiny pill. Maybe one day anxiety won’t be part of my daily rhythm. But for now, it is. And that does not make me weak.

I am still a good mom.

I am still a good friend.

I am still a faithful Christian.

I am still whole.

Yes, I take anxiety medication.

And yes—it helps. At least for me.

And I believe God’s grace meets me right where I am.

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Articles by Chelsea Drown

Chelsea Drown

I’m a mom, a wife, a homeschooler, and a childcare provider who loves cozy mornings, good coffee, intentional living, and finding hope in the little things.

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