What a strange couple of months it's been. It all started on a very stressful Thursday. Work was an absolute nightmare. I had to leave straight from work, go home, get my bass, go to church and practice with a bunch of grumpy old men.
Practice was a nightmare, as expected. Driving home, traffic was terrible. My road rage started kicking in. I was going about 60 in a 45.
I black out. I can't breathe. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I think I am dying.
I pull into my neighborhood and black out again. I have to pull over. I snap out of it just long enough to make it home.
I go in my room and start hyperventilating. I think I am having a heart attack and about to die. My vision is blurred. I have to lay down. I start crying histerically. This goes on for about 20 minutes. Finally, I text my mom. "I think I just had a panic attack..."
I have several more for the next couple weeks. This is all new to me. I am scared to get out of bed, leave the house...anything. I am just scared.
Long story short, I have (had) serious anxiety and fear issues that I never knew I had. I have been meeting with a Christian counselor that has been helping me tremendously.
Finally, everything is starting to look up. After being diagnosed with severe anxiety and OCD...things are all starting to make sense and I am going through some healing. The worst is over. Everything is starting to look a little brighter.
I've been having dreams and visions that have confirmed my deliverance from these stupid demons. It's crazy.
Now I am just trying to figure out what my future holds. Right now everything is changing, things are not happening like I always thought they were...and I just have to put all my faith in Jesus because he's the only one who really knows.