My Fear...My Enemy?

Necrophobia - For those who don't know or understand this fear; it's an overwhelming sense of fear of death for either you or someone you care about or both.

Anxiety and Depression - while the depression has long since gone the anxiety has stuck around and feeling tired of the struggle that I once felt so vividly pays a little visit once in a while.

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This week has been traumatic so I guess it shouldn't have been as big a shock when these fears of mine flared up once more. Finding myself in a constant battle between wanting to overcome the Necrophobia but in moments when it erupts I choose to push it away than confront it. Anxiety telling me that I'm weak for not dealing with the situation - by comparing myself to my dad who seems to be as unaffected than me. Reflecting on those thoughts I guess we all show concern in different ways and dad has a higher tolerance to blood than myself whose a little squeamish shall we say.

But today something inside me has changed. ..that I can get through the tough times. So been rocking some outfits that have lifted my spirits and giving me vulnerabilities the heave-ho!

I'm ready to get back on top of things, my fitness to be able to physically look after this body I've been given and my family, my finances to be able to continue to travel and study, to pursue my goals and dreams, and perhaps most importantly to learn to love myself and grow my self confidence.