I know what it’s like to be paralyzed. I’ve been paralyzed from the waist down since I was sixteen—the result of a horrific car accident.

Recently, however, I experienced a new kind of paralysis. One brought on by fear. This paralysis was so strong, I literally couldn’t move.

It all started with a spot on my tailbone. Seems minor, but six years ago, a similar thing led to an awful infection. I received many rounds of antibiotics, but nothing was able to knock it out. I was on bed rest for almost ten months. I felt so helpless as I missed out on life and so many activities with my family.

I’ve thought about that lonely time almost daily, and I often fear it will happen again. That’s why, when I noticed that small pimple, I panicked.

“Here we go again,” I immediately thought. “It’s happening. You’re going to get an infection and miss out on life just like you did before. You aren’t going to be able to travel, be a part of family activities, finish your Bible study with the ladies, nothing!”

One by one, things that were precious to me vanished right before my eyes. All I could see was myself lying helplessly alone in my bed, unable to do anything.

And that’s exactly where I found myself…in bed, alone, unable to do anything. Not because of an infection, mind you, but because of fear. In my panicking state, I basically put myself on bed rest and isolated myself from the world.

And it was there that Satan began to have a field day with my mind, body, and soul.