Last night I was really stressed out about life, and I was praying and I just felt so afraid. And I thought, I shouldn’t be afraid, I should try to have faith that things will work out.
And then I realized something: I’m always afraid.
I operate in a state of constant fear. I’m always afraid of something or other; I’m always afraid that things won’t work out.
And as I tried to focus on feeling safe and secure, it was awkward and uncomfortable. I realized that these were very unfamiliar feelings. In contrast, fear felt familiar, like an old friend, or a warm blanket.
I didn’t know what do with myself when I didn’t feel afraid; I was so used to worrying that without worry and fear to occupy my mind, I didn’t know what to occupy it with.
And I preferred to slip back to feeling afraid. Because it was familiar. Because I was used to it.
