Anxiety

That yucky worry feeling is creeping back into my heart.
It truly does feel like a worm, crawling and burrowing into my soul. I know it shouldn't be there, I know I need to pull it out. The repulsion I feel causes me to pause and do nothing and dwell on the pain and gore, allowing it to squeeze in further, and damage more.
It's a spiky fat hungry beast with worry prickles on its back that prevents me from sleeping well, or having any notion of sureness. It is ugly, making my stomach turn in revulsion. It is terrrifying, causing me to hide and rendering me incapable of making decisions or acting with any purpose.
It is an intruder and needs to be exterminated, I just need to find the strength and will to grasp onto the sword of truth and take action. I can't do it, I have to call upon my God, my Savior to come and rescue me. He is willing and able... if...I let him.