It has been a while since I have done this, so I might be a little rusty with my writing. Just bear with me please.
There was a blog that I had written back in September last year about fear. The first thing I had noticed was the extensive strikethroughs in the blog. I tried to remember why I did this.
Too many stories and scenarios that I had written about fear were personal, and therefore inappropriate for a formal blog. BUT WHO GIVES A F*%K?!
I wanted to remain honest and speak about my experiences, so let me explain and try to understand my relationship with fear.
I remember having a horrendously irrational fear of injections and vaccinations. Even going to get the COVID-19 jab for the first time made my stomach literally twist and turn until it felt like there was a gigantic pretzel inside me.
My hands were so clammy and sweaty, and my ego wouldn’t let me showcase my fear, it was still bubbling inside.
It didn’t help that there was a long ass cue to get the shot; all it did was make that pretzel grow bigger and gnarlier. Erghhh. 😦
When I was sitting in the chair, listening to the nurse telling me that I might feel a little soreness in my arm, I convinced myself to bear the ‘pain’.
In a matter of seconds, a little pinch and it was all done and dusted. I had built up so much anxiety and in about two seconds flat, it all vanished. Maybe it did feel like a lot of false evidence was appearing real in front of my eyes…
I am not sure what had happened… but I breathed a huge sigh of relief knowing that I had attacked and conquered a big irrational fear of mine.
IT FELT HELLA GOOOOOOD!