I began last week in a perpetual state of fear. I was paralysed by it. The more I fought to shake it off, the more it began to consume me. Fear is one hell of a gluttonous beast.
My rescue, as it has so often before, arrived through my words. It began with hesitant, shaky scribbles but soon enough the strength returned to my fingers. My truth began to unfold.
I fear, fear itself.
So many times before, I had felt its wrath. It had rendered me powerless, taken my spirit, made me feel unimportant. But my words, they assured me that through my experience, I’d come to understand fear, its power, its tactics, and best of all, I had come to know the fears of fear itself –faith and hope.
My words reminded me
I am hopeful, and I have faith.
Fear is not courageous, I am! Fear is not brave, I am!