Other fears I’ve listed in a previous post:
- Apathy (within myself) I guess I’m not really afraid of this. It’s just something I’ve never experienced, and it’s something I tend to condemn. Apathy implies a lack of concern where care should be given. To recognize I don’t need to be interested in something or to discern I cannot make a productive response, is not apathy, and is often wisdom at work. So while I hope I am never apathetic about something for which I should actively care, I am fully content to let go of what I cannot improve or to which I cannot productively and appropriately contribute.
- Not knowing my purpose in something. This is something I have experienced only during major transitions in my life. I seek purpose, and I typically find it! I can identify two times in my life when I knew I needed to walk away from my life as I knew it then and walk into an undefined, undetermined future. Of course the future is always truly unknown, but most of us establish plans before we end former commitments. I am currently in my third transition. I have yet to “discover” my “new” purpose. This is extremely uncomfortable for me, however, I am discovering it’s not as unbearable as I thought it could be!
- Vomiting. This is an irrational fear that I have had since childhood and continues today. As a young child I got the “stomach flu” frequently and often found myself vomiting into the toilet in the middle of the night. I would wretch until there was nothing left to throw up; then my body would convulse with “dry heaves.” I thought I could die, and I felt so helpless. Sometimes Mom would hear me and come to my emotional rescue holding me until I quit convulsing. As an adult I realize I won’t die, but I feel my historical terror none-the-less.
- Failure to protect a child in my care. I don’t believe this has ever happened, and I hope it never will. To me, failure to protect a child in my care would be unforgivable. I can’t imagine living with myself were I to fail in doing everything I possibly could to protect a child.
- Not being prepared, if I’m the one in charge. This is one of those fears of something I’ve never experienced, but it has been the drama of nightmares. To me, “not being prepared” is on par with being naked when I should be clothed.
- Poisonous creepy crawly creatures or flying things that sting (especially hornets). I am somewhat allergic to bees so this fear is quite understandable.
- Crashing in a car (because I’ve experienced this twice now, & I hope to never again!) The moment before an actual crash is truly terrifying.
As I work through my list of fears I realize none of them are more than I can handle. I suppose I could conjure up hypothetical situations that would be more terrible or terrifying than anything I’ve listed, but I tend to not concern myself with unlikely hypotheticals.
Facing my fears was an exercise I imposed upon myself. It was mostly difficult, but I’m glad I did it. Having done so, I believe the fear that still cripples me to some degree is that of Fear-of-Shame, fear of being misunderstood or unjustly condemned. One constructive way I can address this is to write. Much of what perpetuates shame is silence. To write my story in my words with my voice helps me break that silence and dissolve the faux-shame. Using my voice seems to be one of the most important avenues for my healing. This is why I blog. I mostly blog for myself. But I am truly grateful for my readers. To know someone has taken the time to read my writing, to “listen” to my thoughts, is amazing gift, and is a cherished thread in my tapestry of growing wholeness. Thank you!