Maybe the fear was GOOD – not an alarm bell warning to protect herself from others, but a pointing back to the parts of herself that she still needed to heal.
Perhaps framing it this way was how to find peace and balance. Perhaps she was the only one freaking out, when the fear made her act weird.
Maybe this was how to deal in self love while also letting others in. She could take the fear – pause, breathe and reflect. She could accept that sometimes she would react dramatically before reflecting. Most importantly she could realize that other people are full of understanding too.
Maybe this was the “real” she always wrote about and thought everybody else was scared of. Maybe the only scared one was her.
My Morning Coffee