Fear
I used to live in fear of myself. My fear of heights stems from this fear. It was not the feeling of being up high that caused me the issue, it was the feeling of wanting to jump and not trusting myself to be able to fight that urge. I was afraid of what was in my own head. I was very uncomfortable in my own skin. I couldn’t trust my thoughts or emotions. When left to their own devices they would run rampant over my life. For a long time, I was a slave to my emotions. It almost destroyed me not being able to feel free to trust my inner motivations. It took a long time, a lot of work and struggle to get to the point where I could trust myself. Now I am free, there is very little in this world I fear anymore. I do not live in fear of the future or much else because I have made my way through so much that I have the confidence, the skills and the fortitude to handle almost anything. But for years I hid from myself. It was not until I finally got fed up and crawled into my own head that these feelings of dread started to ease themselves. It was anger and frustration that gave me the strength the confront my inner demons. I was mad at the world, so I decided to change the one thing that I truly had control over, myself. When I got inside my head and really started looking around in there, I was really surprised at what I found. My fear came from doubt, my doubt came from...