Becoming An Oppressor

Standing only 4 feet tall feeling so vulnerable in the middle of a soccer field, Her powerful strength took over my body, as if someone twice my size pushed me into the deep end of a pool. She was a bully. A ruthless, mean oppressor who preyed on the thoughts of an innocent third grade girl. I had no control. There was only a small pocket of air left in my lungs. In my eyes, there were only a matter of minutes until Her violent push would drive my tiny body back down to the cold earth. She had no sympathy for the fear which ran throughout my body. She was at her strongest when my father had a stroke. I folded my little hands together searching for something more powerful to answer my cry for help. The only one to answer was the one I feared the most. Anxiety will not be my conqueror. …show more content…
As the days came and went and my father lay helplessly in a hospital bed, Peace made me very aware of His presence. Slowly, I was transitioning to a state of calmness. He sent me constant reminders that with all of the stress in life, I will always be okay with knowing He is with me. I look at my father and see the same terrified expression of not knowing. Seeing the person who raised me to be strong, completely overcome with the frustrating side effect of memory loss, tore me apart. That in itself brought Her back. This time, she was attacking me and my father. Seeing the one I love in pain, gave Her more of a reason to make me feel powerless. All at once my world which consisted of times tables and how to write my name in cursive, began to crumble once again. The harder I tried to get rid of Her, the worse She got. There was that uneasy feeling of losing control. She almost had me, but seeing how strong my dad was, made me think back to everything Peace taught me. The struggles he was going through allowed me to become fully aware that Anxiety did not burden my life nor was I going to let Her. I was at peace and I was in