For my lifetime I have had anxiety attacks, PTSD and depression, also social anxiety.

So, what does an attack look like, when I have to get up and speak.

Well, one night at church, I was asked to speak on a subject, no one knew what was in my head. How I was freaking out, but I wrote it all down.

Then as I stood, I started to cry, my nose ran uncontrollably. I kept apologising, using some sort of funny excuse, I didn’t want anyone to know.

I was so overwhelmed, but I had to do it. I had to fight the good fight and say the words I had written.

This past week, I have not been out in the car, I have gotten groceries delivered etc and not gone outside.

Why, kids holiday and too many at the supermarket, I just get to the point of, I can’t, I shut down, I curl up and lock the door.

I have to get my license renewed, this is a picture and confronting myself, which seems easy, yes. Oh no, I am trying to convince myself, just do it, don’t think about it, just go, but, it might take a few more days.

Pray for me…. Lord help