Thursday, June 18, 2015
Fear - Five minute Friday
I felt it again. The fear that could take a swift journey to panic. When I named it, the fear leaked out my eyes. I don't want to die. I don't like uncertainty. I could talk the truth to myself about odds and reality but the fear doesn't really listen. It tries to hold me hostage. Because the fear is in the past too, when I could have died, but my life was saved. When I could have been paralysed but instead just gave birth via c-section pain free and no complications. The fear jumps to the worst case scenario. The fear wants me to believe that all is darkness and there is no light. I was glad not to be alone, and the sleep came and then morning arrived with the thing that I had been anxious about that turned out to be good. The fear is always trying to cheat me out of the good, the better, the best. The fear wants to hold me back in case the bad thing happens. But doing the thing anyway proves it wrong most of the time.