Facing Fear without Running
You don’t have to fix everything. Just start showing up for yourself, gently, one truth at a time. I’m glad you’re here.
Fear doesn’t always show up like
you expect it to. It doesn’t scream or warn you ahead of time. Most days, it
just slides in unnoticed. It hides in hesitation, in the silence before you
answer, in the scroll that never ends, in the urge to tidy up instead of
starting something that matters to you. It shows up in the way you reach for
distractions, because something inside feels exposed.
Sometimes fear looks like
control. Other times, like productivity. Sometimes it’s saying yes when
everything in you wants to say no. You don’t always notice it at first. It’s
quiet like that. It lingers low, almost unnoticed, a tight chest that won’t
quite loosen, a racing mind darting from one thought to the next, and suddenly
you're rearranging your closet or answering emails, doing everything except the
one thing that matters most to you, the one thing that makes your heart feel
awake.
There’s this space that’s hard
to name. You are not completely stuck, but not really moving either. You make
plans, mean well, then the day drifts by. You get things done, but not the
things that matter most. It feels more like being disconnected, as if you're
not fully present in your own body.
I’ve lived there too, in that
strange in-between where you feel the tug to show up differently, but your
breath gets caught every time you try. I stopped trying to outrun it, not all
at once, but slowly. I let it sit beside me. The fear, the tension, the shaking
hands, I let them be there, even if I didn’t know what came next.
I’d whisper questions I didn’t
always have answers to. What are you trying to protect? What are you afraid
might happen if I show up fully? It was just a small check-in with the part of
me that felt too scared to move.
There was a time I couldn’t sit
still. Silence made my skin itch, rest felt like danger, and every quiet moment
dragged me into confrontation with myself, and that felt too heavy to hold, so
I kept moving, until I didn’t. One day, I just stopped. I didn’t plan it
though. I stayed despite the tension and uncertainty because I was tired of
disappearing in my own life. In the stillness, I realized fear wasn’t trying to
break me, but it was trying to protect what I hadn’t felt ready to face.
If you’ve felt off lately, if
you’ve been circling the same loop, wondering why you’re exhausted by things
you can’t quite name, you are just meeting something real. You don’t have
to name it, win, or heal overnight. You only have to be aware of it, be with
it, and let the moment be what it is without shrinking yourself to escape it.
Sometimes the bravest thing is
staying in the stillness, in the discomfort, and in your body. Fear
doesn’t mean you’re off track. It might be the very thing pointing you home.
Be kind to the
part of you that’s still learning. You’re doing better than you think. Let’s
keep going.
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