The Martha State
The Martha State I’d be lying if I said I’m not a bit of a worrier. But I’d also be lying if I said my worrying hasn’t calmed down—a great deal. “Overjoyed” would be an understatement. I’m not in that place mentally anymore… but I’m also not quite where I want to be. I can remember when it all started. It felt like worry came out of nowhere—like it chose me. Like it saw me, came down, scooped me up, and attached itself to me without permission. And back then, my question was always why . Why me? Why now? Why won’t it stop? But I’ve learned something since then… Why never took the worry away. Back then, almost anything could disrupt my so-called peace. The smallest thought could send me into a whirlwind—overthinking, overanalyzing, overwhelmed. And the more I tried to understand why it was happening, the worse it got. Because focusing on the “why” only fed the worry. It didn’t free me from it. So somewhere in the middle of all that mental noise, I came across something t...