Goodbye Wheat = Goodbye Anxiety? I’m About to Find Out

Goodbye Wheat = Goodbye Anxiety? I’m About to Find Out

Although I hid it for many, many years, it’s no longer a secret that I’ve struggled with anxiety my entire life. As a kid, I remember nights where I would lay on the sofa with my head on my dad’s lap when I couldn’t sleep because my head was swimming in a way I couldn’t describe. As a teen, I spent as many as two nights a week vomiting before bed because of nerves. In my twenties, fear of going places for dread of an attack started to set in and take a regular hold. By my thirties, there were weeks on end where I couldn’t bring my self to go to Wal-mart and going to church meant sitting near the back. Public seating in any location always required an aisle seat where I could have more ‘space and air’. Conversations with others in crowded foyers or at parties often resulted in my ‘smiling and nodding’, pretending things were normal while inside my mind was sinking, struggling to stay afloat. It was only when I was about thirty that I learned what I struggled with was anxiety. Giving it a name seemed to help, but I still lived in shame and didn’t start sharing with my closest friends about it for another couple of years. Now, a lot of people know. And I’ve found out I’m not alone. The healing journey has been a long process for me. For a long time, I struggled with guilt. As a Christian, should God not heal me? Is my faith not strong enough? Maybe I need more exercise… maybe I need less...