As I mentioned before, I used to hate anxiety. I’d freak out in my flesh and go into panic mode when the slightest things went wrong. Yah, I know childish right?

One of my first memories of praying was from when I was less than 10 years old. I was in my bedroom at my bed and I asked God, “Why do I have to have him for a dad?”

I used to hate anxiety. I think we all do in some ways. When I was a lot younger, one of my coping mechanisms was to take drugs, get drunk or to throw myself into an immoral relationship.