You are a child of the universe, and you
have a right to be here: Wounded No More
have a right to be here: Wounded No More
I'm afraid of my emotions;
I'm afraid of my moods.
When I waken up in the morning, I'm just not sure how I'm going to feel today.
There are days when I seem to hit an air-pocket, go into some sort of nose-dive, and life goes into a spin.
There are days when I just want to go back to bed,
cover my head, and tell the whole world where to go.
Something happens inside that triggers off a sense of gloom and doom,
and I feel I just don't want to face the world.
It becomes a question of me and them..
I don't feel at one with the human race;
I don't feel at one with myself.
I experience a sense of unease (dis-ease),
I become restless,
and I can't seem to settle.
I know it is fear of some kind, though I cannot put a name on it.
It seems as if some part of my inner self is unable to come out,
and to meet the world today.
Because this appears to be some kind of hiding,
that is why I suspect the presence of fear.
As a child, I was terrified of thunder and lightening.
I monitored the clouds as they gathered and darkened,
and I knew it was getting to the time to pull the curtains.
That is something like what I experience today.
A dark cloud has descended,
and I just want to pull the curtains.
Leave me alone; don't try to talk me out of it.
It is not a question that I have this fear and this sense of gloom and doom,
but it seems to have me.
I feel hopeless, helpless, and powerless.
This depression can descend out of the bluest sky,
without warning, and, even when not present,
I am afraid it may be about to descend,
to blot out the sunshine I am enjoying.
I'm afraid of loneliness.
I'm afraid of those empty hollow hours, when nothing is happening,
and there is no one around but myself to cause things to happen.
I can become frozen into inactivity,
when I just sit with my fears,
and hope they go away.
When they have gone away,
I'm afraid they will return.
I'm afraid of what I might do at such times.
I'm afraid of addiction.
I'm afraid to abdicate control to some monster that might get beyond control.
I can become fearful, full of fear.
I feel caught on some sort of merry-go-round,
and I develop a fear of fear itself.
If it's not present now,
then it's just around the next corner waiting to pounce.
God, no wonder I turn to you now, and cry out to you.
Quite often, in the past, I allowed the fear develop into panic before I called to you.
Today I want to do something entirely different.
I want to come to you with each and every fear I have.
I want to name them, to acknowledge them, to share them with you, and to ask you to take them all away from me.
From early childhood, I experienced a parent or a loving adult remove something that scared me; that filled me with fear.
I have many individual fears, like dogs, darkness, flying, water, death, etc., and, while including all my fears, whatever
they are, what I pray for now is the removal of fear itself from my life.
I'm afraid of responsibility,
because that exposes me to failure.
I'm afraid to have to take the blame,
when things go wrong.
I feel more secure within the flock
than to have to assume leadership, to express initiative.
I'm afraid to stand up and be counted on certain issues,
because that might cause others not to like me.
In today's world, where there is so much debate on controversial issues,
I often remain silent, lest my opinion may prove unpopular,
and I might draw fire from those around me.
I experience how fear can make a coward out of me,
and how such cowardice can make me dishonest.
I have gone along with suggestions with which I disagreed,
because I was afraid to stand up and be counted.
I'm afraid of fear itself.
It can grip me in its control, and make me powerless.
It can destroy a great deal of my potential,
and greatly limit my ability to be effective.
In my earlier days, I was taught to fear God.
I didn't understand that to be anything different from the fear
I would have towards evil or danger.
My Religion had a great deal of fear in it.
I often performed religious duties out of a fear of neglecting them.
I often acted out of fear, rather than love.
My obedience, my behaviour, my participation in community celebrations,
were often motivated by a sense of obligation,
rather than voluntary and spontaneous service.
Fear of neglect, and the results of such neglect,
in the immediate and in the long-term, were often my motivating forces.
The rules, regulations, and laws always generated fear in me.
There was a servility about my actions that was not very life-giving or inspiring.
I'm afraid of my moods.
When I waken up in the morning, I'm just not sure how I'm going to feel today.
There are days when I seem to hit an air-pocket, go into some sort of nose-dive, and life goes into a spin.
There are days when I just want to go back to bed,
cover my head, and tell the whole world where to go.
Something happens inside that triggers off a sense of gloom and doom,
and I feel I just don't want to face the world.
It becomes a question of me and them..
I don't feel at one with the human race;
I don't feel at one with myself.
I experience a sense of unease (dis-ease),
I become restless,
and I can't seem to settle.
I know it is fear of some kind, though I cannot put a name on it.
It seems as if some part of my inner self is unable to come out,
and to meet the world today.
Because this appears to be some kind of hiding,
that is why I suspect the presence of fear.
As a child, I was terrified of thunder and lightening.
I monitored the clouds as they gathered and darkened,
and I knew it was getting to the time to pull the curtains.
That is something like what I experience today.
A dark cloud has descended,
and I just want to pull the curtains.
Leave me alone; don't try to talk me out of it.
It is not a question that I have this fear and this sense of gloom and doom,
but it seems to have me.
I feel hopeless, helpless, and powerless.
This depression can descend out of the bluest sky,
without warning, and, even when not present,
I am afraid it may be about to descend,
to blot out the sunshine I am enjoying.
I'm afraid of loneliness.
I'm afraid of those empty hollow hours, when nothing is happening,
and there is no one around but myself to cause things to happen.
I can become frozen into inactivity,
when I just sit with my fears,
and hope they go away.
When they have gone away,
I'm afraid they will return.
I'm afraid of what I might do at such times.
I'm afraid of addiction.
I'm afraid to abdicate control to some monster that might get beyond control.
I can become fearful, full of fear.
I feel caught on some sort of merry-go-round,
and I develop a fear of fear itself.
If it's not present now,
then it's just around the next corner waiting to pounce.
God, no wonder I turn to you now, and cry out to you.
Quite often, in the past, I allowed the fear develop into panic before I called to you.
Today I want to do something entirely different.
I want to come to you with each and every fear I have.
I want to name them, to acknowledge them, to share them with you, and to ask you to take them all away from me.
From early childhood, I experienced a parent or a loving adult remove something that scared me; that filled me with fear.
I have many individual fears, like dogs, darkness, flying, water, death, etc., and, while including all my fears, whatever
they are, what I pray for now is the removal of fear itself from my life.
I'm afraid of responsibility,
because that exposes me to failure.
I'm afraid to have to take the blame,
when things go wrong.
I feel more secure within the flock
than to have to assume leadership, to express initiative.
I'm afraid to stand up and be counted on certain issues,
because that might cause others not to like me.
In today's world, where there is so much debate on controversial issues,
I often remain silent, lest my opinion may prove unpopular,
and I might draw fire from those around me.
I experience how fear can make a coward out of me,
and how such cowardice can make me dishonest.
I have gone along with suggestions with which I disagreed,
because I was afraid to stand up and be counted.
I'm afraid of fear itself.
It can grip me in its control, and make me powerless.
It can destroy a great deal of my potential,
and greatly limit my ability to be effective.
In my earlier days, I was taught to fear God.
I didn't understand that to be anything different from the fear
I would have towards evil or danger.
My Religion had a great deal of fear in it.
I often performed religious duties out of a fear of neglecting them.
I often acted out of fear, rather than love.
My obedience, my behaviour, my participation in community celebrations,
were often motivated by a sense of obligation,
rather than voluntary and spontaneous service.
Fear of neglect, and the results of such neglect,
in the immediate and in the long-term, were often my motivating forces.
The rules, regulations, and laws always generated fear in me.
There was a servility about my actions that was not very life-giving or inspiring.
I'm afraid of the future.
It stretches like a long dark tunnel up in front of me,
and I don't know what it holds.
It can distract me from living and enjoying the now.
Life seems to just move ahead relentlessly,
with some sort of preconditioned force,
and I experience my own powerlessness to control it.
The aging process continues, and, with each day,
I continue to experience evidence of that.
I sometimes experience myself as walking into the unknown,
like someone on safari in the midst of a jungle.
I don't know what's going to happen next.
I know that this is certainly not the way you want me to live my life,
and that is why I turn to you now.
Friends, relatives, associates have died on either side of my age,
and I often wonder how or when my turn will come.
This is one fear that I cannot dwell on,
because it has the potential to cripple the rest of my life.
I often question, and sometimes fear entering the unknown at the point of death.
I fear that which I don't know,
cannot understand,
or am unable to control.
Yes, indeed, fear is very much part of my life,
and it has the potential to be very destructive.
There are times when I can clearly see just how crazy and unrealistic my fears can be.
I try to reason with myself,
to work things out logically in my head,
to be as objective as possible.
This works for a while,
but then, as if out of the blue,
that familiar gut-feeling returns,
and, in no time at all,
I'm in knots of fear.
It is as if this fear of fear is lurking just under the surface,
waiting for the right moment.
I can't go on this way.
There has to be something better,
there has to be a better way.
That is why, God, I'm bringing the whole lot to you, and
dumping the lot at your feet, and asking,
"Please take away my fears.
Please set me free from fear.
Please enter my inner spirit,
and rid the temple of my heart of everything that frightens me,
please remove fear of every kind from my life...."
~Unknown
It stretches like a long dark tunnel up in front of me,
and I don't know what it holds.
It can distract me from living and enjoying the now.
Life seems to just move ahead relentlessly,
with some sort of preconditioned force,
and I experience my own powerlessness to control it.
The aging process continues, and, with each day,
I continue to experience evidence of that.
I sometimes experience myself as walking into the unknown,
like someone on safari in the midst of a jungle.
I don't know what's going to happen next.
I know that this is certainly not the way you want me to live my life,
and that is why I turn to you now.
Friends, relatives, associates have died on either side of my age,
and I often wonder how or when my turn will come.
This is one fear that I cannot dwell on,
because it has the potential to cripple the rest of my life.
I often question, and sometimes fear entering the unknown at the point of death.
I fear that which I don't know,
cannot understand,
or am unable to control.
Yes, indeed, fear is very much part of my life,
and it has the potential to be very destructive.
There are times when I can clearly see just how crazy and unrealistic my fears can be.
I try to reason with myself,
to work things out logically in my head,
to be as objective as possible.
This works for a while,
but then, as if out of the blue,
that familiar gut-feeling returns,
and, in no time at all,
I'm in knots of fear.
It is as if this fear of fear is lurking just under the surface,
waiting for the right moment.
I can't go on this way.
There has to be something better,
there has to be a better way.
That is why, God, I'm bringing the whole lot to you, and
dumping the lot at your feet, and asking,
"Please take away my fears.
Please set me free from fear.
Please enter my inner spirit,
and rid the temple of my heart of everything that frightens me,
please remove fear of every kind from my life...."
~Unknown
Peace to you on your journey to loving to yourself - learn to resonate to a positive wavelength.
"You can’t do what you want 'till you know what you’re doing."
Klaas Tuinman M.A.
Dawn Cove Abbey
Deerfield, Nova Scotia
2008
"You can’t do what you want 'till you know what you’re doing."
Klaas Tuinman M.A.
Dawn Cove Abbey
Deerfield, Nova Scotia
2008
This is a new page - changes are ongoing. . . .
A companion page "Coping with, and Conquering Fear" is under way.
To begin, please read "The Awakening"
Please come back soon. . . . and be a bit patient..... good articles take time. . .
If you have a question about this topic - don't hesitate to write: there is no charge, and you will receive an answer - without any
unwanted follow-up.
Help is available to you here, and an ear to listen through Coaching/Counselling, either in-person, or through Distance
Counselling. Distance Counselling / Coaching Works (see Contact-Info). Write or call without obligation and start your
healing and recovery today. Email: outreach@dawncoveabbey.org
Workshop-Retreats / Seminars: check for the "Joy in the Journey" page & workshop (coming).
A companion page "Coping with, and Conquering Fear" is under way.
To begin, please read "The Awakening"
Please come back soon. . . . and be a bit patient..... good articles take time. . .
If you have a question about this topic - don't hesitate to write: there is no charge, and you will receive an answer - without any
unwanted follow-up.
Help is available to you here, and an ear to listen through Coaching/Counselling, either in-person, or through Distance
Counselling. Distance Counselling / Coaching Works (see Contact-Info). Write or call without obligation and start your
healing and recovery today. Email: outreach@dawncoveabbey.org
Workshop-Retreats / Seminars: check for the "Joy in the Journey" page & workshop (coming).
I was asked the other day what I am afraid of. I did not know how to answer.
I don't think I know what I am afraid of.
Many people easily say the unknown of death is scary.
Maybe what I am afraid of is not death, but not living.
I was told if we live life always hoping for the next mile-stone we will never really live.
We will miss all the things that are happening around us.
We ignore little details because we are concentrating on something else.
I don't want to wake up when I am 40 or 60 and realize I have not enjoyed life.
Living in the moment is living even if it means accepting what is not welcome: pain, suffering, loss.
It is knowing the reality of what is happening today, not wishing for tomorrow,
or the next exciting thing that says you have lived for the moment.
Even Jesus said, "Don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its
own." I believe it.
Maybe I can try to live with excitement to see what life is going to present each day at a time.
Please Don’t Laugh at Me
“. . . .Criticize me, and I may not like you....
laugh at me, and I may not forgive you....
respect and encourage me,
and I will never forget you."
I don't think I know what I am afraid of.
Many people easily say the unknown of death is scary.
Maybe what I am afraid of is not death, but not living.
I was told if we live life always hoping for the next mile-stone we will never really live.
We will miss all the things that are happening around us.
We ignore little details because we are concentrating on something else.
I don't want to wake up when I am 40 or 60 and realize I have not enjoyed life.
Living in the moment is living even if it means accepting what is not welcome: pain, suffering, loss.
It is knowing the reality of what is happening today, not wishing for tomorrow,
or the next exciting thing that says you have lived for the moment.
Even Jesus said, "Don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its
own." I believe it.
Maybe I can try to live with excitement to see what life is going to present each day at a time.
Please Don’t Laugh at Me
“. . . .Criticize me, and I may not like you....
laugh at me, and I may not forgive you....
respect and encourage me,
and I will never forget you."
Sometimes I'm even afraid of love,
because this might cause me to lose control,
and it might cost me something.
I can be afraid of the cost of being open and honest,
and afraid of what I might have to surrender
if I drop the mask,
or lower my guard.
I'm afraid of authority in every form.
The very presence of an authority figure puts me in a state of full alert.
My fear expresses itself in many forms at such times.
I choose my words, I assume a mentality of defence, and I feign total agreement with all that is being said.
I experience my fear as being moral cowardice, and my behaviour as being subservient.
I hate this in myself, and that feeling makes things worse.
I experience myself as being dishonest and inauthentic, when I allow my fear influence my opinions, my ideas, and my
beliefs.
I don't ever want to be aggressive, but I certainly don't want to be a moral coward.
This fear of authority often extends to people who have no authority over me.
I believe them to be superior to me,
so I give them an authority that does not belong to them.
I'm afraid of failure,
I'm afraid of being seen as a loser.
I have experienced so much of my own brokenness that I'm afraid to take risks,
I'm afraid to step out and take control of situations.
I'm afraid of choices,
and I'm happier when someone else makes the choice for me.
I opt out of situations because of my fears,
and this brings yet more fear,
when I consider the price I am paying through the loss of integrity,
and of wholesome living.
I'm afraid of time,
because it just keeps passing by regardless,
and I have no control over it.
As each second passes,
I am aware that it will never ever return.
I fear the consequences of the waste of time,
and I can get uncomfortable to find time on my hands.
I like to work within schedules,
and I like to meet others' expectations of me.
I like to be liked, and I shudder at the thought of rejection and scorn.
I'm always afraid of being different,
and this fear often leads me into conformity,
when I really don't want to conform.
because this might cause me to lose control,
and it might cost me something.
I can be afraid of the cost of being open and honest,
and afraid of what I might have to surrender
if I drop the mask,
or lower my guard.
I'm afraid of authority in every form.
The very presence of an authority figure puts me in a state of full alert.
My fear expresses itself in many forms at such times.
I choose my words, I assume a mentality of defence, and I feign total agreement with all that is being said.
I experience my fear as being moral cowardice, and my behaviour as being subservient.
I hate this in myself, and that feeling makes things worse.
I experience myself as being dishonest and inauthentic, when I allow my fear influence my opinions, my ideas, and my
beliefs.
I don't ever want to be aggressive, but I certainly don't want to be a moral coward.
This fear of authority often extends to people who have no authority over me.
I believe them to be superior to me,
so I give them an authority that does not belong to them.
I'm afraid of failure,
I'm afraid of being seen as a loser.
I have experienced so much of my own brokenness that I'm afraid to take risks,
I'm afraid to step out and take control of situations.
I'm afraid of choices,
and I'm happier when someone else makes the choice for me.
I opt out of situations because of my fears,
and this brings yet more fear,
when I consider the price I am paying through the loss of integrity,
and of wholesome living.
I'm afraid of time,
because it just keeps passing by regardless,
and I have no control over it.
As each second passes,
I am aware that it will never ever return.
I fear the consequences of the waste of time,
and I can get uncomfortable to find time on my hands.
I like to work within schedules,
and I like to meet others' expectations of me.
I like to be liked, and I shudder at the thought of rejection and scorn.
I'm always afraid of being different,
and this fear often leads me into conformity,
when I really don't want to conform.
I'm afraid, and fear is something that seems to be part of my life.
I have all kinds of fears,
from being scared of living
to being afraid of dying.
I want to tell you about my fears,
because no one else could really understand, and, anyhow,
I myself don't even understand some of my fears.
I experience fear as something that cripples me at times,
that bothers me at others,
and that seems to lurk within my spirit most times.
I cannot always put a name on my fear.
Sometimes it's nothing more than shyness;
at other times it feels like a knot in my stomach that halts me in my tracks,
and prevents me enjoying the day I have been given for living,
or the experience I am offered to enjoy.
I'm afraid of change,
not sure what is lurking around the next corner.
I'm afraid of making decisions,
of making commitments,
or of letting go of control.
I'm afraid of pain,
of sickness,
and I'm always afraid that I'll break down,
crack up, or lose all sense of security.
I find it difficult to relax,
to throw discretion to the winds, or to take risks.
This is what gives me a feeling that I'm afraid to really live,
to give life my best shot.
I'm afraid of what others might think of me,
of what others might say about me,
of how others might see me.
There are times when I feel like a rabbit caught in the head-lights of an on-coming car,
of a baby being immersed in a bath,
or a child passing a grave-yard at night, on a lonely country road.
The fear seems to cling to me, to haunt, to mock me.
What makes it worse is that I can't speak to others about a lot of my fears,
for fear of what they might think of me.
It is as if the fear is self-perpetuating, continually regenerating itself.
If I run, it comes with me;
if I hide, it is waiting for me;
if I try to ignore it, it seems to bully me into reminding me of its presence.
I'm afraid of myself,
because of my weaknesses.
There are times when I cannot trust myself at all;
when, being alone with myself,
I feel that I'm in unhealthy and dangerous company.
There are times when I experience my own inner personal demons,
and that scares me.
I am afraid of the unknown, and I'm often afraid to think too deeply,
because I'm afraid of my thoughts, which can be a very real source of my fears.
I often experience the war that rages within me,
and I'm afraid of losing the battle.
I'm afraid to take on the demons,
to name them for what they are,
and to expose them to the light of love and of understanding.
I have all kinds of fears,
from being scared of living
to being afraid of dying.
I want to tell you about my fears,
because no one else could really understand, and, anyhow,
I myself don't even understand some of my fears.
I experience fear as something that cripples me at times,
that bothers me at others,
and that seems to lurk within my spirit most times.
I cannot always put a name on my fear.
Sometimes it's nothing more than shyness;
at other times it feels like a knot in my stomach that halts me in my tracks,
and prevents me enjoying the day I have been given for living,
or the experience I am offered to enjoy.
I'm afraid of change,
not sure what is lurking around the next corner.
I'm afraid of making decisions,
of making commitments,
or of letting go of control.
I'm afraid of pain,
of sickness,
and I'm always afraid that I'll break down,
crack up, or lose all sense of security.
I find it difficult to relax,
to throw discretion to the winds, or to take risks.
This is what gives me a feeling that I'm afraid to really live,
to give life my best shot.
I'm afraid of what others might think of me,
of what others might say about me,
of how others might see me.
There are times when I feel like a rabbit caught in the head-lights of an on-coming car,
of a baby being immersed in a bath,
or a child passing a grave-yard at night, on a lonely country road.
The fear seems to cling to me, to haunt, to mock me.
What makes it worse is that I can't speak to others about a lot of my fears,
for fear of what they might think of me.
It is as if the fear is self-perpetuating, continually regenerating itself.
If I run, it comes with me;
if I hide, it is waiting for me;
if I try to ignore it, it seems to bully me into reminding me of its presence.
I'm afraid of myself,
because of my weaknesses.
There are times when I cannot trust myself at all;
when, being alone with myself,
I feel that I'm in unhealthy and dangerous company.
There are times when I experience my own inner personal demons,
and that scares me.
I am afraid of the unknown, and I'm often afraid to think too deeply,
because I'm afraid of my thoughts, which can be a very real source of my fears.
I often experience the war that rages within me,
and I'm afraid of losing the battle.
I'm afraid to take on the demons,
to name them for what they are,
and to expose them to the light of love and of understanding.
FEAR: The Mind Killer
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FEAR
What I Am Afraid Of
What I Am Afraid Of
| Fear is the mind killer Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear and allow it to pass over and through me And when the fear has gone past I will turn the Inner Eye to see it's path Where the fear has gone there will be nothing Only I will remain. ~Frank Herbert (Dune) |
Fear
Sometimes the answers to our problems are not nearly as complex or elusive as many of us seem to believe they are.
Sometimes our problems only exist in our head (but they are very real to us).
Sometimes the journey from where we are to where we'd like to be is not nearly as terrifying as we imagine it is.
Our inability to make certain decisions or do certain things keeps us trapped in a reality that we don't enjoy.
Hate, in fact.
And standing at the door of our self-created prison is a gate-keeper who only exists in our mind; fear.
While other people can walk in and out of our prison (reality) at will, fear has kept some of us from freedom for far too long
- telling us what to do, and what not to do, for as long as we can remember.
Influencing, if not controlling virtually every area of our lives.
For years we've been fearful of getting hurt in some way, fearful of getting fat, or being unloved, unwanted, poor, humiliated,
of upsetting people or being discovered for the fraud we believe we are. And we're petrified of being alone.
We've lived so much of our life negatively, simply doing our best to avoid the 'bad stuff' and to survive, that somewhere
along the way, we seem to have lost, or maybe never even really found, us; the us we still want to be, the us we could be and
the us we've dreamed about since we were five.
It's okay, you're still here.
Sometimes the seemingly insurmountable gap between our current reality and our own version of amazing (prison and
freedom) is much smaller than we think. Much, much smaller. A mere step away in fact. With the only challenge being that
sometimes the step we need to take is a big one with no safety net. And we love safety nets - that's a big part of the problem.
Fear is a jealous gate-keeper and it wants you staying put in your make-believe prison.
That's how it operates. It doesn't want you to see what's out there, what's possible for you.
It can't keep you in there but only it knows that.
Here’s how it feels from the inside. . . .
Does anyone else have excessive fear?
I can't stop worrying about almost everything.
It's driving me nuts.
When does this stop, if ever; and how can I quell my fears?
I'm overwhelmed with this worry!
Sometimes the answers to our problems are not nearly as complex or elusive as many of us seem to believe they are.
Sometimes our problems only exist in our head (but they are very real to us).
Sometimes the journey from where we are to where we'd like to be is not nearly as terrifying as we imagine it is.
Our inability to make certain decisions or do certain things keeps us trapped in a reality that we don't enjoy.
Hate, in fact.
And standing at the door of our self-created prison is a gate-keeper who only exists in our mind; fear.
While other people can walk in and out of our prison (reality) at will, fear has kept some of us from freedom for far too long
- telling us what to do, and what not to do, for as long as we can remember.
Influencing, if not controlling virtually every area of our lives.
For years we've been fearful of getting hurt in some way, fearful of getting fat, or being unloved, unwanted, poor, humiliated,
of upsetting people or being discovered for the fraud we believe we are. And we're petrified of being alone.
We've lived so much of our life negatively, simply doing our best to avoid the 'bad stuff' and to survive, that somewhere
along the way, we seem to have lost, or maybe never even really found, us; the us we still want to be, the us we could be and
the us we've dreamed about since we were five.
It's okay, you're still here.
Sometimes the seemingly insurmountable gap between our current reality and our own version of amazing (prison and
freedom) is much smaller than we think. Much, much smaller. A mere step away in fact. With the only challenge being that
sometimes the step we need to take is a big one with no safety net. And we love safety nets - that's a big part of the problem.
Fear is a jealous gate-keeper and it wants you staying put in your make-believe prison.
That's how it operates. It doesn't want you to see what's out there, what's possible for you.
It can't keep you in there but only it knows that.
Here’s how it feels from the inside. . . .
Does anyone else have excessive fear?
I can't stop worrying about almost everything.
It's driving me nuts.
When does this stop, if ever; and how can I quell my fears?
I'm overwhelmed with this worry!
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