I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling kind of anxious lately. The strange thing is, I can’t even pinpoint exactly why. It’s this constant, underlying tension that just sits on my chest, like a weight I can’t set down. It creeps into everything I do, and I’ve noticed it’s affecting the way I interact with people. I catch myself being short, distracted, or distant, even when I don’t mean to be.
The other day, my wife asked me what was going on. She looked me right in the eye and said, “You’ve been off… what’s wrong?” And without missing a beat, I gave the same response I always do: “Nothing! There’s just a lot going on!” That’s my go-to line, the armor I put up to avoid explaining feelings I barely understand myself. Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? You just suck it up, push it down, and press on.
But the truth is, that doesn’t really work anymore. Pretending it’s nothing doesn’t make it go away. It’s a tough world today. The anxiety still lingers, still shapes the way I see the world, and it’s starting to carve space between me and the people I love most. Maybe pressing on isn’t always the answer. Maybe acknowledging that I’m not okay with the way the world has become is the first step to finding out why and finally taking a breath.
So, I guess the conclusion is this: I can’t keep hiding behind “I’m fine” anymore. If I really want to show up, I have to start by facing the truth instead of burying it. Maybe that means opening up and letting someone in on what’s been weighing me down, even if I don’t have all the answers. I owe it to the people I love—and to myself—to stop pretending I’m okay and start figuring out how to actually be okay. Because if I can find the courage to be honest, maybe that’s how I finally start to breathe a little easier again.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.” – Philippians 4:6
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