…i’m so afraid.
I hear you Fear.
You keep talking. You keep telling me I’m not good enough. You make me bite my nails, pick at them, and you won’t let them grow. You upset my stomach. You throw my breathing off. You make my heart beat faster.
You make me anxious Fear.
Why do you care so much about what people think?
What about what I think Fear… don’t you care that you paralyze me with terror. You keep me from manifesting my dreams. Why Fear? Don’t you like me?
Doesn’t it hurt you to hurt me?
I mean, aren’t we suppose to be on the same team… If you hurt, I hurt. If I hurt… how does that make you feel?
Do you like hurting me?
What do you get out of hurting me Fear? Is it so important to prove yourself right. Why do you feel the need to always be right…?
People are judging you…
Let them judge Fear! Why do you keep trying to hide?
Why are you putting more importance in other people than me. I house you, I listen to you… i feed you.
Why do I feed you Fear!
…you’re not good enough.
Is that really what you think. Based on what? Who are you comparing me to…
Why do you have such a perception of me… why do I let you win.
…I thought you were a source of motivation, but actually you can get downright crippling.
It’s my fault, really. I listen to you, I pay to much attention to you —and, boy do I pay…
You haven’t proven to make my life any better with all your “advice” Fear, and all of your criticism isn’t very constructive.
What is it you actually want Fear.
Come on, let’s talk.
I’m willing to work with you. To hear what you have to say and come up with options, together.
I actually do know… you’re only trying to look out for me, while you also fight to preserve yourself.
Well, thanks Fear. And, please, know that I’m not trying to get rid of you.
Don’t you know that I need you fear.
It’s true. I need you to put a little fire in me; from time to time I need some motivation. It just burns too much when you overdo-it.
So maybe you can turn it down a notch?
Do you think we can work things out, what kind of life do you want to live?
I need you to work with me Fear. I’m really tired of the way you’ve been handling things so far. I think we both know that you can approach things waaaaay better…
You have a purpose Fear, you are needed, but the way you keep coming at me is no longer welcomed.
Please think things over and revise your approach.
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