Her Story Of Anxiety From Loss
She walked down the dimly lit hallway once again, back and forth. All she can think about is going home to where she used to live. She knows she can’t go back, but she wants to. This conflict creates in her a disturbance within. A disturbance we label anxiety, sadness or depression. Take your pick. They all work.
Inside, every fiber of her being is shaking. How else can it be described? Those who have been anxious beyond knowing how they can deal with this emotion one more minute, know the feeling. It is like you are going to explode from the inside out. She turns around to pace the hallway back to her apartment.
She stops to explain the loss in her life, one after another, to a friendly face in the hallway. She admits to being thankful for the roof over her head, but she can’t shake the longing to go back to her once familiar home. She doesn’t know how to shake it. It’s all she thinks about. Distraction is useless.
What will help? Who will Help? Where will her help come from? She doesn’t know what to do and the tears well up repeatedly. Grateful for someone, at least, listening, she continues on down the hall to her apartment.
Would you recognize the sadness in those eyes as you passed by? That painful anxiety? The often paralyzing depression?