It is obvious that society runs on fear. We rightly or wrongly elected a president, because of fear and continue to let fear define us as a population. Afraid of new ideas, of old ideas, of each other and sadly we are afraid of ourselves. We are a country of fear… I can’t fix the country, you can’t either, we can only control i.e..fix ourselves, and that alone is a challenge few of us dare to try..
Most of my life I have slept facing the door at night. I don’t know why; no-one ever came into my room at night, while I slept. There was no abuse in the dark, no surprises in the night, but for some reason I had this unreasonable fear that I had to sleep facing the door, so I would see whoever, whatever coming through the door. It determined which side of the bed I slept in at a motel, my bedroom, and even which direction I slept on a couch. I never told anyone; I became so used to it, that the pattern was almost subconscious, unless I was asked to sleep differently. The anxiety would rise up in me, and I would have to consciously calm myself; self-talk my way to reason, there is no one, the door is locked…… I am doing better with it, I’m less afraid of what could happen, more rational, more mature, less afraid.
My other great fear is the loss of a child. My youngest son ran errands for companies, (it’s called hot-shotting), he would often be out working at night, all night long, on roads with conditions, that were sometimes dangerous. I would call him before I went to bed, and when I woke in the middle of the night, I would wonder where he was, if he was safe, should I call….. I started to feel neurotic; my fear keeping me awake for hours; my mind imagining the worst. He and his older brother would go snowmobiling during avalanche season in the Rockies; I would check weather sites and worry… My fear wasn’t good for me and it wasn’t good for them. They both stopped telling me when they were dong things, so I wouldn’t worry. I didn’t want to be shut out, by their protection of me so I started to turn it over to God. Now I know there are those of you who don’t believe in God, but God is real to me. He/she is who I can turn my fears over too.. I can’t control my fears; I can’t control, but I have to believe that God can. Where does that put people who lose family they love…I don’t know. I can’t say God had a different purpose, or there are lessons….I just don’t know. I do know, that for me turning it over to God, whether the belief is my prayers matter, or it’s an acknowledgment of my lack of control, works for me.
Acknowledging that we have control, only over ourselves, is an essential part of healing, of surviving. We can only take responsibility for the decisions and actions that we make and take. Don’t be afraid…allow yourself to be a survivor and not a victim; relinquish your fear and things you can not control, to God, to Buddha, to Mother Earth….