Faith is important. Yet, as strong as my faith is, there was an underlying, low-grade anxiety that flowed like an underground river, between April and June. I couldn’t see it then. The cause of the low-grade anxiety was that I was launching a business without revenues coming in– which can be stressful.
While I remained calm in my personal interactions, my writing during those months provided evidence that I was either distracted, engulfed by soft and unfelt anxiety, or that I was simply angry. An amalgam of feelings were running my show– without my permission.
Now that I have income again, I can write and focus more productively and more effectively than before. During that period, I amassed a good amount of words, even though they were tainted by the underground river that hadn’t a name.
Of course, my wife and daughters were absent for a good period of time during those months, which also caused a struggle. It felt like a version of dying 10x more painful, because I was conscious of their absence– hundreds of miles away from me.