My greatest fear, realized

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I’ve often heard it said that if we face that of which we are fearful, we are half-way through conquering it.

I’d give everything I own to realize this as a truth.  If it were so, then I would find hope, if only measured by 50 per cent.

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Today, Day 7, this very day of Tuesday, Jenni  www.StoryofMyLifetheBlog.blogspot.com has asked us to discuss the thing(s) that we are most afraid of.

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Stigma attached itself boldly to where I go, it  rang loudly and added its weight to an already bottomless chasm.

Take a seat, and if you find yourself a bit uneasy, lean those loungers back, or go grab a cold one.  And, if you are the sort that would prefer not to ponder the realm I am about to enter.  Please leave.  No questions asked.  I will not hold you captive, nor would I want to.  Escape while you can.  I can accept your loss, if even you don’t think I can.  I am stronger than you realize.

  • Clinical Depression.

  • Three hospitalizations.  Locked wards.

  • Medications, many, and the re-evaluations of them.

  • Trauma.

  • Environmental footprints.

  • Genetic markers

The fear began early, but it wasn’t until my mid-twenties that I found myself skewed and debilitated.  Late in my twenties I became agoraphobic, and then began the periods of mania and depressive cycling.  In my early thirties, life took a turn toward sunshine and promise.  At thirty-two, it nose-dived, this time into a darkness so vast and all-encompassing I would realize my life was forever changed:

  • Marked.

  • Damaged.

  • Twisted.

  • Encumbered.

  • Disemboweled.

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~ by coffeegrounded on May 7, 2013.

2 Responses to “My greatest fear, realized”

  1. Very, very deep. I hope that writing about it will somehow help you understand it.

    • Putting it out here was an exhausting task, but it is my greatest fear and I promised myself that I would be honest.
      Thanks for visiting…and trap those mice for my snakes, will ya? ;)

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