Amazing Grace, anxiety, Faith

You are not your Anxiety


In an earlier post I called anxiety the great imposter. It’s a class-A actress. If anxiety were to audition for a role, especially one that involved threat of death or insanity, suffering, and plain-old-pain, anxiety would secure the lead.

Because anxiety doesn’t just effect your mind, it inhabits your body too. Something a lot of people might not realise about anxiety is just how much it hurts physically. Anxiety sufferers don’t necessarily look different to anyone else. There’s no red flashing light spinning on top of their heads. But you know you’ve met a fellow sufferer when they get it, the intensity of sensation that makes it feel like your body is, quite literally, on fire. Like someone’s taken a stack of firewood and a big old match, and lit a bonfire in your belly, or legs, or back, or whatever body part it chooses to seize the most. Anxiety is like that, it tends to favour a particular place, and hang out there. For me, it’s my legs for adrenaline, and my stomach for terror.

For others, it might be their throat. That feeling of difficulty swallowing. Of tightness. Like your neck is a narrow tunnel, adrenaline in a traffic jam with your breath.

For almost everyone, there’s muscle tension.

And of course, at the centre, in your most vulnerable place, there’s the heart of you beating like an out of control, twitchy metronome.

Sound dramatic? Well, remember what I said, drama is anxiety’s favourite past time.

Anxiety hates rest, and favours fight or flight. If it could have a career preference, anxiety might like to take up personal training, but not for well-being, and balance. Anxiety prefers intensity and dominance.

I remember once, in a particularly difficult period of suffering, beating my fists against my husband’s raised palms (don’t worry,he suggested it) and quite literally trying to box it out. With each blow I told anxiety how much I hated it. As it turned out, this only gave it more attention. The boxing match against my invisible foe ended with me collapsed in a stream of tears, and it gloating in a corner with a celebratory drink. Fighting is not, I have learnt, the best recourse to tackle anxiety, but we will get to what I have come to believe is in a moment.

Anxiety always wants to be front and centre. There’s that drama-queen again. And, if it can make you believe that it’s all there is, that there is nothing beyond it, that YOU are no longer you, but entirely dictated to, directed by, and controlled by IT, then anxiety smiles smugly and calls it a good day at the office.

Forgive all the mixed metaphors, but, see, metaphors are what is needed to define anxiety, because, despite all its kicking, screaming, whining, wailing, beating, baffling, and curtailing…anxiety is not an IT after all, but a sensation. No, I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, because believe me, it does, but rather than a permanent point of identity, a defining characteristic that renders the sufferer little more than anxiety’s puppet, anxiety is a sensation.

A verb, not a noun.

And sensations don’t define you. Verbs don’t make for identities.

I remember the liberation I felt rushing over me like a sea breeze at sunset when someone first told me this. You are not the subtotal of your anxiety. Too long it has sought to define you. But the truth is, you are more than it. 

You are bigger than it. No matter how much it seeks, like a machine  pumping hot  air, to inflate you, to occupy not just your legs, and stomach, and mind, but all of you, anxiety is not the only song in your playlist, not the only player in your life. Psychologists call this expansion. You are bigger than IT.  Sensations cannot overtake, no matter how much they threaten and cajole.

And if you are a Believer,  you are bigger because He is bigger. No matter how much space anxiety seeks to take up, God has prime real estate. And he’s guarding your heart, and yes, despite how it feels, your body too.

Which leads to another point, acceptance.

I, and many wiser people around me, have been studying anxiety for a long time now. And this is what it comes down to. Anxiety likes fight, it likes attention, it likes centre stage, but what it doesn’t like, is acceptance. You might try, then, saying something like this politely to anxiety when it drops by stamping, screaming, and frothing at the mouth: Oh, hello old friend, it’s you again. Well, I hardly need to give you a guided tour, you know the place well, so, come on in if you like. But don’t expect royal treatment. Just take a seat. Yes, in my stomach if you wish, or my legs. I’m not going to fight you anymore. Because I don’t have to. That fire, it loves attention, but it can’t stay aflame too long if I don’t keep feeding it.

And if it does stay burning longer than I’d like sometimes, because it’s pretty stubborn, and those embers hold a lot of heat, that’s ok too, because I won’t be consumed by it. No, sir, not anymore.

And then, a little while later, perhaps when I least expect it, I might even say something like this, What, you are leaving? Well, ok, but don’t worry, I won’t even lock the door. There’s no need to. It’s big enough for both of us in here.

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3 Comments

  • Hello !
    Just found you on Emily P Freeman’s course !
    Loved your post on anxiety.
    Related with it and smiled as the words you described were what I used in my poem that I’m about to post on my blog
    Thank you for sharing
    Love Rach

  • This is so true! For so long I fought and fought against anxiety thinking I could beat it. But it just spun me in mental circles and wore me out. Then the Lord started telling me to accept it, stop fighting it and just let it be there. That’s still hard to do sometimes, but I’m learning. And when I can just let it be, I find freedom because whether it stays for a while or goes away, it doesn’t consume me. I love your words “but God has prime real estate. He’s guarding your heart, and yes, despite how it feels, your body too.” Thanks for sharing.

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