Scared. Almost always. I push down fear like a beach-ball in a pool that stubbornly refuses to stay submerged. There's a tightness in my chest. I have to consciously remember to unhinge my jaw.
There are things to be completed: laundry, dishes, shopping for real food ~ but I can't afford the time, not now, I am busy running, racing, beating the darkened cloud of panic looming ominously overhead. It's menacing, this situation. And I am scared. Almost all of the time. But it wouldn't be strength if it was comfortable or easy. And every day, every moment that I persist I feel incredibly proud.
Fight or flight, and I'm sticken' around.
Scared.
AND strong.
There are things to be completed: laundry, dishes, shopping for real food ~ but I can't afford the time, not now, I am busy running, racing, beating the darkened cloud of panic looming ominously overhead. It's menacing, this situation. And I am scared. Almost all of the time. But it wouldn't be strength if it was comfortable or easy. And every day, every moment that I persist I feel incredibly proud.
Fight or flight, and I'm sticken' around.
"Courage is resistance to and mastery of fear - not the absence of fear."
~Mark Twain
Scared.
AND strong.
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