As an aside, I haven't received any psychological counseling (which there is nothing wrong with by the way). I don't take medications, I don't do drugs nor do I drink regularly (except for an occasional glass or two of wine). I'm not exceedingly wealthy without financial cares. I say this so that you can understand that there isn't any other explanation for this transformation of the damaged young woman that I once was. The insane crippling anxiety diminished considerably after my first honest confession. It was and remains a mystery. And while it is unexplainable, I know nothing to be truer. As God as my witness, I'm not lying about this. He was there, He knows. And the most astonishing part about this was that I did not expect it to happen. I didn't walk into that Church knowing that this would be the result. But it was. I could breathe. It was God's Grace and it was physically and emotionally perceptible to me. Intangible but tangible at the same time. It was a gift that I didn't expect much less deserve and it taught me volumes about the love of God. And as I continue to live within the bosom of the Church, the healing continues. It's not over by any stretch.
And so my dear readers, if you are estranged from the Church, be a stranger no more. If you are considering entering Orthodoxy from another tradition, you too can be a partaker of this Inexhaustible Cup. Taste and see that the Lord is good. I was the prodigal daughter and He didn't turn me away. Instead He waited for me to come home and ran to embrace me. I swear to you, I'm not making this up and He waits for you too. Jesus Christ is the Truth and the Truth will set you free. He did for me.