Prozac Nation Now Xanax
This past winter, Sarah Fader, a 37-year-old social media consultant in Brooklyn who has generalized anxiety disorder, texted a friend in Oregon about an impending visit, and when a quick response failed to materialize, she posted on Twitter to her 16,000-plus followers. “I don’t hear from my friend for a day — my thought, they don’t want to be my friend anymore,” she wrote, appending the hashtag #ThisIsWhatAnxietyFeelsLike.
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Great peace are given those who obey God.
Great peace are given those who obey God, who surrender all to Him hourly.
Great peace are given those who obey God, who surrender all to Him hourly no matter the trials.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7)
God Himself will “guard your heart and your minds” but only by picking up a cross and following Jesus. The old hymn is true, there is indeed power in the blood of the Lamb.
I hate and abhor falsehood but I love your law. Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous laws. Great peace have they who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble. (Psalm 119:163-165)
However, you gotta “hate” and “abhor falsehood” in order to be granted “great peace.”
opinion unto righteousness ~ enumclaw.com ~ timothy williams
(nytimes.com)—Prozac Nation Is Now the United States of Xanax
By ALEX WILLIAMS
While to epidemiologists both disorders are medical conditions, anxiety is starting to seem like a sociological condition, too: a shared cultural experience that feeds on alarmist CNN graphics and metastasizes through social media. As depression was to the 1990s — summoned forth by Kurt Cobain, “Listening to Prozac,” Seattle fog and Temple of the Dog dirges on MTV, viewed from under a flannel blanket — so it seems we have entered a new Age of Anxiety. Monitoring our heart rates. Swiping ceaselessly at our iPhones. Filling meditation studios in an effort to calm our racing thoughts.