Facing the big things we fear: When we experience them, they just may lose their power over us, and we can conquer our fears

vicious dogAs a child I feared dogs. They had large sharp teeth, made loud noises, moved aggressively, and often stuck their noses in my crotch. To this day I avoid them. I also worried about the end of the universe, torn between wanting a scientific answer and the hopes extended by religion. Nuclear war (this was the height of the cold war), being dateless for homecoming, and going deaf also made my list of items to worry about.

We all fear something. It may border on the absurd and irrational or have deep roots in reality. We often take steps to avoid confronting the fear, burying it deep in our psyches. But try as we might, we all must face the inevitable and final fear—death. No escape there.
 
On my voyage from birth to death, I’ve come across other major issues that set up a quaking, knee-knocking in me. A sample:
  • Loss of a partner
  • Getting fired
  • Identity theft
  • A life-threatening disease
  • Poverty
People who aren’t neurotic worriers will shake their heads over this list. Che sera, sera, they say. Never trouble trouble until trouble troubles you. I’m not made in this fashion. I grab a fear and agonize over it until sleep evades me and I feel sick at my stomach. (Unfortunately that never causes weight loss.) I go to great lengths to avoid the subject of my fear, even other people going through it. Shake it in my mental jaws, jerk it around, like my much-feared dogs with a squirrel, until the issue gets resolved somehow.
 
I’m beginning to understand, however, that living through a fear can bring me to a place of peace and acceptance within myself. Once I lost my job, I realized I could always get another one and ultimately I might be better off. When several close friends developed life-threatening diseases, I felt terrible and worried on their behalf, but they continued on, deriving even more joy and challenge out of each day of their lives. I’ve experienced near-poverty and know my loved ones and I can live on nearly nothing and could survive a major disaster, fiscal or otherwise.
 
My most recent brush with a major fear grew over a year. I’ve had credit cards stolen twice, then the account hacked once. About 12 months ago, I received notice of another hacking. Followed by another. Followed by still another. I’d frantically change passwords, phone numbers, codes. Even more frantically try to remember my new codes. What if a villain accessed my financial accounts and stole all my money?
 
Then, despite following the advice of experts about security, the worst happened. My IRS account was compromised.  A few days after the astounding letter from the IRS requesting I confirm my identity, I was making dinner. I wondered why I wasn’t upset. A light switched on in my mind. The worst had happened, and nothing of significance had changed. I still had family and friends, I wasn’t penniless, the house hadn’t collapsed.
 
Incident by incident I’m learning that fearful situations provide growth, if I let them, just like other experiences. The boogiemen are in my mind, and I can battle through them and win peace
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