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  1. Great post on one of life’s great lessons

  2. Fear is such a difficult thing to overcome. I had been extroverted all of my life, always the life of the party, friends with everyone, always up for an adventure. Then when I was 27 I got sick, very sick, it took Dr’s 7 months to figure out what was wrong with me, 7 months to figure out that I just needed to take one little pill everyday to keep me alive, then I got sick again and after a few months added another pill to make my heart beat right, a side effect of the main disease. During the time when I was sick I developed panic attack disorder, I got it bad. I had panic attacks everyday for over a year, therapy and more medication helped them lessen in frequency. My biggest fear was that I was going to die. It took me the better part of 8 years to realize that I am going to die anyway, there is no averting it, it’s going to happen. I just don’t know when. I have a normal life expectancy, but my illness made me afraid to ride on the interstate, fly in a plane, hike where phones don’t work, basically to do anything even remotely risky. My life was ruled by fear. With lots of therapy I was able to overcome my fears and faced every single one of them, I was fine every time. I even hiked this past summer in CA. After my husbands affair disclosure I started having panic attacks again, but for other reasons. It seems like once they are a part of your life they never really go away for good. They are less now but for the first year I battled with them a lot.

    Thanks for posting this. I love a good reminder that we must face our fears in order to live a full life.

    • It’s interesting how much a single experience can program us to respond in a certain way. Kudos to you for working on your fears:) It sounds like you’re doing a great job reprogramming your mind and body to respond in a different way.

  3. It seems the older we get, the more irrational our fears become. Good to be aware as a first step at over-coming. I love your blog! Keep writing.
    Life is good.

  4. sarafoley says:

    I know exactly what you are talking about – I was a shy child too, who hated to pick up the phone and ring anybody, even my best friend. Not so much in primary school, but in highschool. I remember the 16 year old version of your 8 year old tantrum when my mother said that I had to ring the government department and organise my own student payment. Talk to someone i didn’t know on official business? Noooooo! We have good mothers, thank goodness, she persisted and as I have gotten older, people look at me queerly when i saw that i was a very shy child 😉

  5. PostModernSingle says:

    As a kid I refused to talk to waitresses. My dad would always order for me. I remember waitresses looking at me “What can I get for you, sweetie?” and I would instantly look at my dad. It’s a story I tell people to say I’m still an introvert but no longer struggle with shyness. I don’t have any problems with public speaking. BUT maybe I’m not as over my shyness as I like to think. There are still occasions when I feel that irrational terror of not wanting to ask someone for something even though it is perfectly reasonable and even expected. I spent two weeks with a leaking sink before I worked up the courage to call my landlord and ask him to fix it.

    “I learned that I couldn’t expect others to come to my rescue. I learned that I needed to practice being assertive in order to have my needs (okay, wants in this case) met.” – It still requires a bit of kicking and screaming at times but when I realize no one else is going to do it for me, I can usually pick myself up and get through it.

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