I didn’t realize what a hypocrite I can be until I broke down in my room a couple of weeks ago. I was in the midst of making decisions about my education and the fear of the future was absolutely crippling. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t even write. I was crying and crawling into my bed, wishing that I could just quit adulting. Ever felt that way before, lovely reader? I have a feeling I’m not alone. The only problem is that I didn’t feel like I could turn to God.   I write a lot on overcoming anxiety and trusting God, so freaking out and having…