Read my story and others' over at Purposeful Faith. It was Sunday morning, and already the anxiety was building. On the way home from church I tried to swallow the fear building up and focus on what I was going to do that afternoon. Lesson plans. Prepare for the week. Do everything I'd been putting off. Grade papers. Mentally berate myself for not having lessons done yet. First year teacher stuff. Just like every Sunday before, I dove into my work and tried to ignore the tide of fear, but just like clockwork I was in tears by 7pm. Panicking. Fear taking over every part of me. … [Read more...]