I have a fear of talking about certain things, or feelings, in case I make them worse.
What do you think? Can this happen?
No. I didn’t think so. They might hurt to say. They might hurt to acknowledge. They might be frightening to say, think, or acknowledge too. But remember they are just feelings. You are still you, even if you are swimming in a million of overwhelming feelings that are sending you askew.
And remember you’re not holding any Access II.
As for my fear of being or going crazy – everything I am doing is not going down that route. That route of my mother.
I’m talking. I’m sharing. I’m asking for help. I’m crumbling but I’m sharing. I’m trying so hard to live my days like I want to. I’m healthily filling my time. I’m allowing myself time alone for short little bits to touch in so I don’t get scared of time with or time without.
I’m trying so hard to know that the anxiety has a voice. It has a voice so strong that can tell you things you just don’t want to believe. That can tell you things that seem so far and astray from your heart, and yet can feel so true.
But that anxiety is just a voice. It’s not the truth and it’s not a fact.
Feelings cannot kill. They can hurt but they are there to be heard and trusted.
Trust yourself and trust the world around you. And even if you don’t trust or you can’t trust, act like you do.
Fake it til you make it, as they say.
Have a good day folks ☀