Why I am not afraid


Fear doesn’t scare me. It did, for a long time, when I was younger. My mom lived in fear of nearly everything. It grew progressively worse throughout her life to the point of paralysis. She harbored her fears until they usurped her life.

Me, I tried to talk her out of her fears, but I had already learned that you cannot make other people change. Better to change yourself, resisting others’ examples, or adopting them, but more often I’ve found myself in opposition.

Now fear is like an old friend, with her friendly warnings. Sometimes she’s my guardian angel, sometimes she can be a pest. But I always hear her out and take her thoughts into consideration.