I have had periods of time in which I lost sleep because of someone's suffering, because of children on the street. But I'd say that the big difference between me today and me last year is that anxiety is an everyday event.
Just going to the Red Barn right now makes me sick to my stomach. The idea of having to meet people makes me nauseous. It used to be that I couldn't sleep if someone (like a television) is on. Now I can't sleep unless I have a podcast droning in my ear all night, because if I wake up, I will start worrying and it will keep me awake all night. If I focus my mind on the subject of, say, a movie review, I can get back to sleep at two in the morning.
I would be able to laugh off conflict and rejection. Heck, at times in my life I thrived when someone insulted me or threatened my life. I was overjoyed to be arrested earlier this year. Now I find myself avoiding conflict. I have headaches because I have people yelling at me or disgusted with me. I find myself lapsing into occasional cowardice.
I feel as if my whole life the world has been chipping away at me to help me become the image of Jesus. Unfortunately, they kept on chipping. And they always get one side wrong. I'll never make that image. Sigh. The world just isn't a great artist, I guess.
I feel smaller than I used to be. I suppose that's a good thing. Teaches us dependence on God, right? Teaches us humility.
Yep. But that also means that I am able to do less. I can't accomplish a fraction of what I used to. And that makes me guilty.