Anxiety in My Gay, Black, Christian, Womanly, Extroverted, Depressed, Traumatized… *Gasp* Self.

So do you hate me because I’m Black?

No, I don’t hate you because you’re Black.

Do you hate me because I’m gay?

No, I don’t hate you because you’re gay.

Because I’m a woman?

No, I don’t hate you because you’re a woman.

Because I’m Christian?

No.

Because I’m a Christian?

No.

Because I’m always busy?

No.

Because I talk too much?

You don’t talk too much.  You have good people skills, but I don’t hate you because you talk.

Well what do you hate me for?

I love you because you’re you.  

I love you because you’re a people person and I wish I had those skills.  

I love your humor and your compassion.  

I love your confidence, despite your anxiety right now, 

and I love your love for the Lord.  

I’m not sure why you think I hate you, but I love you so much!  

I aspire to be like that.  And I’m glad to know a soul such as yourself.