Applied Pastoral Reformed Theology

The End of Anxiety: How Knowing Myself Set Me Free Anxiety is the chaos of being lost—the fear that arises when you do not trust, love, know, or believe in yourself enough to face, handle, embrace, or overcome an experience, whether real or imagined. I haven’t felt anxiety in over 660 days. No panic, no racing thoughts, no knots in my stomach, no dread clawing at my chest. It’s not because life suddenly became predictable or easy. It’s not because I mastered some perfect meditation technique or found a way to avoid stress. It’s because I found myself. Anxiety, for most of my life, was a constant companion. It wasn’t always loud, but it was always there. The fear of making the wrong choice, the uncertainty of whether I was enough, the constant second-guessing, the need for approval, the pressure to meet expectations that weren’t even mine—these were the invisible weights I carried. I didn’t call it anxiety. I just thought it was life. I thought the overthinking, the tension, the exhaustion were normal