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Letting Go of Fear

When fear was never really yours...

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Several years ago I met a woman who had spent her childhood in an insane asylum.

Not as a patient…

She hadn’t been committed.

It was her daycare.

Her mother couldn’t afford a sitter, and she worked at the asylum.

So, every day, she brought her daughter to work, and let her run around and play with the patients.

Of course, a parent would never be allowed such an unusual style of childcare these days.

But this was decades ago.

When I met the woman, she was probably in her fifties.

But even after all that time, you could see the effect of her childhood in her demeanor and personality.

She was one of the most unusual and unnerving people I’ve ever met.

Her eyes were always wide.

Her mannerisms were awkward.

Her head kept an odd angle.

And her rules of personal space, if she had them at all, were clearly different than what most of us would consider appropriate.

The overall impression wasn’t subtle.

And it didn’t take more than a few moments with her to conclude that she was completely batshit, Jack-Nicholson-at-a-typewriter crazy…

Except that she wasn’t crazy.

She had learned her demeanor and her social skills like all the rest of us…

From her childhood companions.

From the patients at the asylum…

She was raised crazy.

And we were raised the same way.

Not with insanity—but with fear.

We all live with a tremendous amount of fear.

Fear of rejection… Of change… Of being seen…

Some of it is earned…

Through tragedy or a broken heart.

But some of it we pick up from the people around us.

We empathize and mimic and accept it as our own.

The fear was never really ours.

But we take it with us anyway.

Year after year, bit after bit, we add to our collection.

We carry our minds clenched tight, like a fist full of gravel.

Bearing down on each little fear—each little wound—because if we hold them tight enough, we won’t feel them stir.

And if we grip them long enough…

We won’t feel them at all.

It’s just easier that way…

Or it would be…

If life didn’t draw down and buckle beneath the weight…

But are you really afraid?

Is the fear really yours?

The next time you feel afraid—to feel something, to do something, to express something—don’t just rise above it.

Don’t power through.

And don’t distract yourself with something else.

Instead, try something new…

Remember back to when you felt that fear before.

This isn’t the first time you’ve felt it…

Were the circumstances similar?

Did something bad actually happen?

Remember back again… and again.

Keep going and see if you can find the first time you felt that way.

Was the fear earned?

Or did you learn it from someone else?

Like the woman in the asylum?

It’s not about judging.

It’s not about reprimanding.

It’s not even about forgiveness.

It’s about clarity and perspective.

It’s about being aware of the knots in your mind—and the stones in your heart—and remembering where you found them.

You don’t need to drop them.

You don’t need to overcome.

You don’t need to do anything.

Leave all that for some other time…

For now, just see what’s there.

See what’s yours. And what isn’t.

It’s nice to dream that someday we could be fearless.

That we could rush, headfirst and joyous, into any situation…

Maybe someday.

But for now, let’s dream smaller.

We all live with a tremendous amount of “fear.”

Just like the “crazy” woman from the asylum.

But what would your life look like, if the only fears you carried with you were your own?

If you let down the stones you borrowed?

How would things change?

What would you do? Who would you be?

Is that a life you want?

Is that a YOU you want?

I do…

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8 Comments

  1. Jess Lynn says

    Thank you for all of your hard work and discovery and organization… My anxiety was instantly relieved

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  2. michi hash says

    Great, keep up!!! Thanks for sharing!!!

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  3. Abbie Yandle says

    Very well written, and affirms much of what I have learned along a winding path. Thanks! <3

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  4. Cindy Travis says

    Thanks, Zach, I’m loving everything you’ve written so far. Maybe you’ll piss me off at some point but not yet. Wondering if you do any one-on-one coaching/teaching/mentoring, whatever you want to call it. If you do, please pm me on FB.

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  5. Robin Wengert says

    So much of what we carry is not ours to carry. It is time to dig through to the roots and find what can be released as belonging to another and what is left is ours to work through. Family, friends and society condition us from our first breath and even possibly before that actual first breath. Finding our true nature, our true essence………… the root of the individual soul.

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  6. Olivia munteanu says

    My mom was in an asdylum when I was 12.I still remember the crazy guy running around…my fears are my mom fears..Thank you for talking about it.

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  7. Violet says

    Excellent observation! I was brought up my refugees from war torn Austria, fleeing Hitler (grandparents and father). Boy, were they cautious people, which was transmitted to me subtly and not so subtly. The main lesson was “The world is a terrifying place” and it was for them, at one time. That particular refugee fear is probably rampant in our world and handed down generationally. Something to definitely be aware of.

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  8. Anna says

    Love love Love! Empowering stuff! Heartfelt and soulful. Thank You! Very grateful for your insights and wisdom

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