I did this oil painting back in 2018 and call it the Storm. The feelings of anxiety and depression are real. I thought I was done with this season in my life, at least for now, but I'm not. Inside I'm drowning, I'm exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. I've been great at hiding it and trying to convince myself that I'm fine, but I know I’m not. I think I should be okay, even though I've been through a lot, it's hard to remember that it's okay if I'm not okay. Anyone who knows me knows I don't like to rest, I don't like to go slow, and I'm always ahead of myself. I let everyone else's needs and wants run over my own. It’s hard to take care of me.  I always feel selfish or guilty. This leads to exhaustion, more depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. There are times I just want to cry, I want to be okay, I want to feel rested, I want a good life, preferably one that's easier. I watched the Chosen a couple weeks ago a...