Fear grips you and me. It’s ridiculous and I hate it. So, when fear rises up I try to figure out why. If I can find the why then I fight it head on by meeting the fear face to face. Don’t call me brave as my stomach is flipping out. My hands and legs are shaking as I confront this absolutely ridiculous fear. It’s trying to hold me from being my 100% authentic self. But I don’t always fight…sometimes…I fail.
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When people tell you how to be it can be crushing. As I think to myself, Why do they not like me being me. Then, fear rises up so I don’t give my opinion and realize that they don't even care what I think…I stay quiet…and agree with whatever is said.
I fall into the habit of not thinking for myself. It's easy to let other people’s opinions and thoughts cloud my mind. Who then becomes like everyone, instead, realizing I have my own thoughts and opinions.
That fear has gripped me so hard, as if I’m in a wrestling match with it. Fear has pinned me to the floor with no chance of getting up.
I don't want to stay in this place. I want to beat this fear and watch it evaporate into thin air.
