The fear came—
that’s what fear does sometimes.
It arrived like weather—
uninvited, real.
It wasn’t mine to control.
But how I met it—
that was mine.
So I paused.
Yes, I flinched at first.
Old habits stirred.
But then I remembered—
I could choose to stay.
I didn’t need the fear to vanish.
I just needed to meet it
with empathy,
with gentleness.
And something shifted.
Not the fear—
but the way I carried it.
Not the storm—
but the way I stood in the rain.
And I learned
Fear Changes When We Meet It
It was the storm I thought would swallow me whole.
→ It became simply a cloud in the sky.
It was a monster at the door, demanding I run.
→ It became just a sound on the wind, asking to be heard.
It was a shadow that owned the room.
→ It became just a shape on the wall, shifting with the light.
It was the weight I thought I couldn’t carry.
→ It became a stone in my pocket, grounding me gently.