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Thanks for sharing.
The thought of enduring torture is terrifying. Just kill me because
I think I could die for my faith.
I crave freedom.
I'm not too crazy about the idea of torture, either.
Incidentally, some studies have shown that the #1 fear Americans harbor is that they will be exposed as a fraud. To those of you who replied that you never feel "good enough"....none of us do.
Lately, I've been reading about and watching Erica Jong interviews, and one of the things she says is: Don't expect approval for telling the truth -(Parents, politicians, colleagues, friends, etc.). It's so very true, and so hard to overcome. I'm working really hard to overcome that fear of disapproval by the people I care about most. Good luck with the blog! It's good to know there's someone else out there like me.
Poverty.
Being robbed (again).
Becoming paralyzed.
So many nameless fears...ugh. It's depressing.
I learned something called The Litany Against Fear when I read Dune, by Frank Herbert. It goes like this:
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is that little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit to pass over me and through me, and when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to seek its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Whenever I'm feeling really freaked out and scared about something, I recite this litany, and it actually makes me feel better and I can calm down.
Erica Jong is so right.
I also had a giant fear of roller coasters when I was younger. There were many family pictures of my fearless sister and I on the little kiddie ferris wheel (maybe 10 or 12' high total), her arms waving in the air while i lifted a couple of fingers in a wave off the death-grip I had on the bar. I've since overcome that fear, and, the same with horror movies (which my imagination tortured me with at an early age), they have now become a huge source of joy and fun for me. Learning to overcome those "manufactured" fears (they're both supposed to be scary - they were made that way, but within a level of safety), has helped me tackle other fears, bit by bit.
I am afraid of how my body may 'fail' me as I get older. I try to take care of myself - exercise, eat right, etc. - but you never know. I'm not afraid of aging...just the effects! Ha!
I'd probably find some weird kind of peace in such a cyclone of terror.
And when compared to the despicable things that humans do to each other - snakes and sharks are a bit ho-hum, aren't they...
It seems like everything you knew before is gone - not that that is such a bad thing necessarily. It is easy to lose the person that you
were once you have children - so don't let it happen. Wishing you wisdom in your decision...
Some days I'm afraid to move. Some days I'm afraid to be in my body.
I'm afraid of not being good enough.
I'm afraid that I won't be able to share everything I've learned about the effects of trauma on the individual and society. I'm afraid I'll speak out and people will keep telling me that I'm being a victim and living in the past, just because I identify as a survivor and need to testify, to talk about the reality of my experience.
I'm afraid I won't be able to live my dreams; of being an artist, a writer, a neuroscience professor, a trauma specialist, a mother.
I'm afraid I'll never feel again. Emotional numbness sits on my heart and I don't feel joy, love, happiness.
I'm afraid I'll never overcome the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that was instilled in me.
I'm afraid to let anyone in, and I'm afraid of being alone.
I'm afraid of deteriorating into schizophrenia, like my mother, whom I barely know.
I'm afraid I'll always live a life ruled by fear.
I'm afraid of the memories I'm going to be facing in therapy soon. Seems kind of silly to me...the worst has already happened, remembering can't be half as bad...except that I was so dissociated as a child that I only half experienced all of the events.
I'm afraid my wonderful boyfriend will run out of patience with me during this process of recovery from Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I'm afraid I have too much hurt stored inside for anyone to want maintain a loving connection with me.
Wow..it's pretty sobering to admit on paper how much my life is ruled by fear.
a strange thing to fear, i realize, as i sit here writing this.
My greatest fear is that I will leave this earth while my children are young and they will be without their mother. Or worse yet, they won't remember me.
You are on your way now that you have married your ability to plan with action!! Congrats Anna.
Cindy, I haven't seen the Vagina Monologues yet (not for lack of wanting!), but I will definitely check Eve Ensler out. I wasn't aware of her background. Thank you for pointing me in her direction.
Peace to all, and thank you.