January 31, 2013
My sun is back! It’s pouring in on me through the kitchen window and it is indeed glorious! The warmth of it kisses my outsides and melts into my skin, warming me from within. How lucky I am to have a great, big window that faces south.
I look at today’s date and I marvel at my personal progress. Just one month ago I prayed for a good year, asking that this previous year, being the worst one in my life, never be repeated. Here I am, thirty days later, making cookies for C and D’s Ukrainian dance recital and then off to tutor HH. A little over a month ago…say 6 – 7 weeks…I couldn’t get out of bed. Wow. My landscape has changed greatly over a short period of time. I wish I could celebrate this achievement, but I am too afraid to. Whenever I recognize a positive aspect of my life, something negative occurs that slaps me down, right back into the pit of my despair. It happens without fail. In actuality, I fear any good that may come my way. I can’t bear to be beaten back down into the swirling depths of my despondency. It is safer not to acknowledge any possible moments of happiness.
Last night, sleep evaded me completely. I lay in the darkness with my eyes endlessly open. I did not experience tiredness, despite the fact that for me, the day had been a busy one. My mind would not quit producing thoughts, and those thoughts were accompanied by feelings that ran the gamut on the emotional scale. I felt like my body was going to burst with the contained energy I held inside myself, but I never made a move to get up and expel some of it. It was most curious to be so full of vigour, and yet so devoid of movement. It was as if my physical being was completely separated from my mental and emotional state. The more active my brain became, the more sedentary my body remained. I felt like my body was shackled to the bed, while my brain was encouraged to run amuck within my imagination. Finally, at about 5:30 AM, my body was released from its prison and I got up to greet the day.
What will this day bring? Do I dare to allow the happiness in by accepting the fact that I am moving forward from a past full of dread and sorrow? Or do I cower away from this truth? Protecting myself from the impending doom I am convinced will occur once I allow myself to bask in my own happiness? The latter is a scary thought. But one whose reality has been proved to me on countless occasions in my past.
April 30, 2017
Fear is a powerful entity. It can sneakily and gradually seep into my being as I become afraid of an action or thing that previously had no effect on me. Or, it can bombard me full on with a terror so palpable I could eat it like I do a sandwich. Either way, Its insidious grasp closes about me, squeezing the air out of my lungs, and causing my heart to pump at an alarming rate. The racing thump thud of my heartbeat causes the blood in my veins to throb with intensity. A prickly feeling at the back of my neck signals the hair on my body to stand on end. Goosebumps develop across my arms and a freezing chill accompanies them. Instantly following the cold rush, my body is flushed with a searing heat and beads of sweat gather at my temples and across my forehead. Fight or flight? Fight or flight?
Fear is as strong as the power I award it. In the past, I always gave into it, and it fed off me like a parasite sucking the marrow out of my bones. Now I am better able to combat the force when it attacks by breathing deeply, knowing that this sensation will pass if I allow it to. However, the phobias I have developed about all insects, and sharks have yet to be dealt with!
Although the fear of experiencing happiness has lessened dramatically, I still sadly cultivate the belief that if I let myself get too happy, or if too many wonderful events occur for me in a short period of time, I will be punished for it. It is like the feeling of a hangover that I can’t shake off. Since my earliest memories, my life has been fraught with difficulties of which many I have been unable to manage. Unhealthy Fear came along and set up camp inside my psyche, thriving there for several decades. To this day, it still takes up residence, but the space it inhabits has been greatly reduced.
Living WITH fear is one thing. Living IN fear is another. As mentioned above, unhealthy fear still inhabits a part of my brain. But I no longer allow it to rule my existence, dictating the way in which I live my life.