"You are entitled to know that two entities... occupy the body of each living person... One of these entities is motivated by and responds to the impulse of fear. The other is motivated by and responds to the impulse of faith..." -Napoleon Hill in Outwitting the Devil.
About 4 to 5 years ago regular anxiety attacks plagued my life. It took quite a lot of effort to release myself from their hold on me. It was prayer. It was temple attendance. It was exercise. It was eating right. It was refusing to feed fear, refusing to give any energy whatsoever to thoughts based in worry, doubt, and/ or fear.
Recently the attacks have started up again. Full force.
I am not sure why these anxiety attacks have pushed their way in once again. It could have something to do with the fact that I have given into chocolate since the pregnancy. (Sugar is a trigger of mine, no doubt about it.) It could have something to do with the fact that it has been years now since I've spent time in the temple. (I am ashamed.) It could be that now that the Babe is walking n' stuff I am constantly on the lookout for things that could be potentially dangerous. (Worry.) But, whatever the reason:
Fear is not welcome in my life.
And yet, it doesn't go willingly for me. I have to battle it.
In the meantime:
So very grateful for a loving a supportive Hubby, a loving a supportive family, and a blue-eyed pirate boy who, just like all the others, loves me as I am. And who recently has been using the word: Momma.