Why I don’t worry.

I grew up poor, not extremely , just lacking in comfort. At home food was scarce but as a child I had enough to eat and didn’t know what my parents would do to make sure their kids had something. As I grew up and began seeing what the world had to offer, disparities were everywhere. It was upsetting and frustrating. With ignorance and immaturity I blamed my parents and the world for my lot in life. I worked, hard . My talents didn’t go as far as I expected. Depression and anxiety were preventing my success. It wasn’t just a lack of confidence or of opportunity: it was worrying about the future. Worry of failure and of living in fear of poverty. Like the one I grew up in. The fear was greater than fear of death . One day without reason, as I sat in my car during a lunch break , I began to feel at peace . I felt acceptance of what I had achieved. It was a combination of being closer to my faith and of trusting that my capacity was enough. I realized that stress would always be there because it is part of life, it’s why a job pays you. Stress a series of problems that need solving. I don’t know if I will solve all of these. But worry is not going to help. I have resources and talents to help. I have been blessed with many good people and live without need . To worry is not only useless but it destroys the strength that my faith, my family, my friends and myself have built. You are stronger than worry because you are not alone.