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Fear.

It has been well documented for thousands of years.

We all have at least one fear of something or someone that holds our enlightened beings tight, where we aren’t able to even move sometimes. To where we lock ourselves in our personal space and jus breathe, sometimes as quiet as possible, to escape the very same fear that might be trying to teach us something about the decisions we have made in our weary past.

Maybe the universe is trying to teach us as a people something important with a nudge towards commonsense. Leaving our hearts tattered as the breeze silently drifts away laughing, ‘you shoulda known better’!.

So, in odd conclusion, with a question to either share with the rest of the class. 0r, think about privately, to lean towards a more fun, perhaps safer future.

What frightens you the most (???).

And where do you think it stems from (???).

And if you are uninterested completely, and maybe perhaps annoyed that i took up the time that i took up as you read all that i typed out.

I’m sorry. :frowning:

But!., either way, HAVE A GREAT DAY (!!!).

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Also.,

It was once said,

‘The Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear itself’.

What does that mean to you now?.

The first question still stands as well!.,

So much to do…,

So little time (!!!).

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My intrusive thoughts scare me the most. Make me wonder what kind of person I am.

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Same here, I hate intrusive thoughts. And being murdered.

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I fear the government. I’m afraid they are going to take everything away from me and they will use me for research.

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The dark, since I can’t see anything and am vulnerable in it since I can’t hear well.

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Having so little control over my symptoms that I end up homeless because I’m impossible to live with.

Luckily I’ve been regaining control, I’ve recovered a lot and it is for this reason my family are allowing me to live with them again. They even enjoy having me around, I’ve been invited to stay for long times at CA with my mom and my stepdad and I get along okay most days.

It scares me because it was that bad for my first couple years with this illness, and I worry that I might somehow relapse.

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S0.,

Where does all thus fear stem from (???).

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I fear losing control of my mind completely. My mom lost her mind before she passed away and my dad has Dementia. I see it as inevitable as I get older. I don’t want to get that old.
I fear anything bad happening to my son. I need for him to be ok or my whole world falls apart.
I fear losing my husband. Even though I know I’m ok alone, it would be so painful to lose. I’ve had enough pain and loss.

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I am no expert by any means…,

but!.,

Maybe check out The Serenity Prayer and see if that can inspire you and give you some faith, to what you may not understand as of yet… . …

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And jus to clarify…,

When my mom was dying of cancer, i was struck with confusion. I had no one to talk to about it. No advice on how to talk or sort out the confusion that overwhelmed me. I in all honesty wasn’t really afraid. But confused. I grew up believing that my mom was going to live forever. That’s the kind of strength she had when she carried herself through any wall that would try and hold her down.

One day, a few weeks before she decided to take in hospice care at the house, in HER living room. A woman from a nearby church arrived and quietly talked with my mom and answered as best she could my mom’s questions.

I stood back still wrapped up in confusion.

Well as the woman was leaving the house i followed her outside, and i walked up to her and with fierce tears in her eye’s as she was staring at the sun. I said, ‘can we talk’?.

She said, yes get in the car.

So we both sat in her car as she answered as best she could my questions about life and death.

Well a couple of weeks or months later my mom passed away in the living room, on a bed brought in by nurses.

My mom’s last wish was for me to hold her hand as she fought to survive the storm, rushing into her body.

Needless to say, she lost.

And so did the rest of the family, including myself, in that living room where my mom used to crochet and knit, with her works on the cover of craft magazines.

We all lost that day.

So i know it may seem, that Something as perhaps maybe meaningless as a prayer, may seem worthless.

But!.,

I wish i had that one during my mom’s sickness.

So, good luck, and STAY STRONG (!!!).

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Thank you for sharing, and I’m sorry for what you went through. :heartpulse: I lost my mom to lung cancer that spread to her brain. I watched her die in our dining room day after day. It was at the beginning of the process, two years earlier that she was already weak and lost her mind. It was horrible.
Soon after losing her, my dad started to decline mentally…
I was stating my deepest and truest fears. But I do have faith in God. I pray daily, constantly, and praise God for all the good… I know that He’s brought me through so much already (much more than the above described) so ultimately I know I’ll be ok, and that He’s faithful.
Perfect love casts out all fear… I still have fear. I’m a work in progress. :heartpulse:

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Probably getting murdered or tortured. I remember it happening a lot in my past lives. I’m not sure how I sleep at night.

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Giant spiders with chain saws.

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My future with MD scares me.
I’m not afraid of dying early, but I’m afraid of watching my muscles waste away.

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The dentist. And flying. They both scare me. I suppose flying to a dentist appointment would be the ultimate terror for me.

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Well, like everyone here I fear completely losing my mind again and losing everything, losing all that I’ve fought for, all the progress I have made in the eleven years since my last psychotic break. That psychotic break brought about the downfall of my brief marriage and had me moving back to my home state with practically nothing to my name. Hell, all of my belongings fit into my Chevy Lumina sedan in one trip.

As far as actual phobias, the only ones I have are of snakes and clowns, can’t deal with either. I’m not sure how the fear of snakes came about, but I think my fear of clowns started with watching tv/movies as a kid, seeing bank robbers, killers and such shooting people, killing people, dressed as clowns with a big creepy smile painted on their faces. Clowns are freaky as ■■■■.

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Psychosis scares me and I experience it on a daily basis. Never knowing what is going to come next. If I’m really stressed it can be BAD.

My inability to cope with what overwhelms me scares me. I feel overwhelmed easily, for example when I have to talk to a lot of people.

It’s scary that I am prone to delusions. I’m not sure how far down the rabbithole I will go. My beliefs will certainly not be rooted in reality.

My general madness terrifies me.

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Sickness and thunderstorms
Also talking on the phone and driving on unknown roads
And finally… my mother in law! :laughing:

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Thanx everyone for sharing.,

Here’s my fear!.,

Cockroaches.

Yep, you heard it right, cockroaches.

Not death, not the grim reaper, not mephistopheles, not someone hurting me, not the government,

but cockroaches…,

A cockroach once said to me,

‘be careful with your love lest you lose those who love you’.

Strange, and very wise from what i believe to be the very first creation in thus universe…, before even the universe itself…,

Still don’t understand fully why they frighten me to the marrow of my bones…,

but they do…,

Stop laughing, doesn’t make me weak, jus a leash that thus universe has on me, to keep me in check…,

And with that in mind as a thank you to everyone who shared, and to anyone else that would like to keep thus thread going, maybe to learn more about yourself, ourselves, and the universe itself, here’s an older song that you all might like (!!!).,


Peace be unto you… . …