So she fought back. She closed her eyes. She whispered Scripture. She reminded herself that she was not alone. And for the first time in years, the anxiety didn’t win. — So now, as she sat with the bottle of pills in her hands, she knew… She knew this wasn’t about throwing the pills away in some dramatic, life-changing moment. It was going to take trusting God one step at a time. She took a deep breath. Placed the bottle back on the table. And whispered, “God, I trust You.” Healing wasn’t a straight line. She has struggled so much with setbacks. There were days she wondered if she’d ever be free. But she noticed that day by day, battle by battle, prayer by prayer… She was winning. And that? That was healing. …….. Weeks turned into months. Adebisi wasn’t just surviving anymore, she was thriving . She began writing again , sharing her testimony online. She even got a promotion at work, a role she once thought she wasn’t capable of handling. But most imp...
The third step was seeking God in the stillness. Anxiety had trained her to fear silence. She had drowned it out with noise, music, social media, Netflix, anything to keep from being alone with her thoughts. But now, she was learning to sit with God. It started with five minutes. Sitting in her room, no distractions, just breathing and whispering: "God, I know You are here." Some days, she felt nothing. Other days, His presence was so strong, she wept. But she kept showing up. And over time, peace became her default instead of fear. — The fourth step was walking in community. For so long, anxiety had made her feel like she had to handle everything alone. But the truth was, she needed people. She joined the workforce at church. She let Tola pray for her, even when she didn’t feel like praying for herself. She started being honest about her struggles. And in those moments, when she wanted to give up, when the anxiety tried to pull her back, her community ca...