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Anxiety, as one may have it, is closely depicted in this picture. But I should say this is the faintest representation of what's happening inside.    You don't have to guess it, I am obviously anxious, unable to sleep, and constantly on edge - the famous flight or fight response as they call it. Over analyzing every situation and drawing all the possible outcomes of an event in a fraction of a second and wanting to type it! All this aptly define my condition at the moment. I usually feel this the exact night before my big exam. I screwed all my important exams with this dear anxious brain of mine. I have thrown years of preparation down the drain with this uncontrollable brain. When I am anxious, I touch my face, and that gives me these acne marks - which are a proof of my state.    So, sunken eyes, black spots over the face, oil drooling down the cheek, and brain racing so many horses that it ceases to think. This is how I define anxiety.  Imagine standing in a box. A ve

Today I am hurt. Hurt Hurt! Sometimes things in life hurt you so bad that you can feel it physically. Today is such day for me. Sometimes its difficult to get out of bed and even think of anything good. So, what is the solution to this big issue of life? How do we get rid of it? But thinking of getting rid of it... I realized that we need to get through it. We need process the whole of the hurt and endure it. And when we have endured it, we become strong in that area. So why should we perceive that hurt is not normal? If happiness is normal then sadness too is normal. and hurt, despair and hopelessness are normal too. So I may not be THAT great a person to thank the Lord for the hurts that HE allowed or for those that I inflicted on myself. But one thing I will do, tell him that I am hurt. That I am hurt too bad. Too bad to get back up. And I'll wait till HE lifts me up. Our God is close to the broken hearted and crushed in spirit. PS Amen.