Anxiety
The many faces of anxiety. It has no specific one. The thought of walking through a crowded room, can cause panic sweat, accelerated heart rate, and feelings of fainting. Now imagine experiencing those things though the course of a day in highschool. Imagine not being able to breath at roll call. Walking alone at recess because it felt the most comfortable. Imagine walking through a room of people and not making eye contact because you feel their eyes already. Imagine staying quiet because you know the answer. Speaking out feels alien. Invisibility is welcome. The simple joys of avoiding conversation and contact can feel heavenly in comparison to socal interaction.
Fear
I have had so many inspirations in my life. If I have always been afraid to follow them, there is no telling where I’d be. The different experiences, the personalities, the jobs that I could have had. No one can truly know all the things missed out on in life. Though sometimes missing out isn’t a bad thing.
Fear has inhibited my greatness, my confidence, and my achievements. Today I dare look great in the face and push back. Today I open my mouth and tell doubt, to step aside.
Living in fear and hopelessness is suffocating. It’s like lucid dreaming of drowning. Except it’s real. It’s your reality. Your fear manifests failure. My inability to minimize and try kept me stuck.
Don’t let fear overrun your life. Be cautious but never let others opinions make your decisions. Dare to dream, Dare to fly.
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My super power
We are all born with talents and gifts. But have you discovered your super power? What if you could feel the ills and the joys of the world? Well I can. Empathy is my super power.
I chose not to watch the hilarious blooper videos because I can feel their pain. I try my hardest to filter what I see. It affects me. I have found myself adopting people’s anger. I have found myself crying tears, sincerely hurt feeling their pain.
I try to gravitate towards happy and funny people. I love to feel others joy. It gives me hope. Hope for the future. Hope for my children and their lives.
The reality of being empathic is sometimes you will care when nobody else does. It can feel helpless when there is nothing you can do to change what will happen. Or you can’t console the person that you are relating to. Sometimes you can tell a person’s intention. I try to give the benefit of the doubt because I don’t claim to be psychic. But I’m rarely wrong.
Do you have an ability to do something? Have you thought of ways to hone your gift? Would you use your gift for good or evil? I use mine for good.
You are important
Days will get hard. You will be misunderstood. You will be let down, and talked about. None of these things are important. But you are. You are a special unique creation. You are loved beyond measure even when you do not know. With out your presence all would not be right with the world. You are not insignificant. You are not miniscule.
Don’t not shrink to make others comfortable. Shatter the very earth they walk upon. You are a giant. A child of God. Your mission is your own.
My Past life
I believe this plane and world is more than what we see and remember. I believe at the age of 7 or 8 I had a dream or recollection of a past life. It wasn’t long and drawn out. The part that I remember to this day scared me then and so scares me now. I wasn’t a fast young lady. Free spirited is what I would call it. I remember feelings of attraction. Nothing more,. But I had a maturity. I remember thinking I would have a boyfriend, lover and husband. Well this dream felt so real that it changed my life I believe. I had roused from unconsciousness to realize I had been shot. In my chest I believe. I was in a hospital bed and two men were crying by my bedside. I had gotten shot in the confusion of them fighting over me. And this is how I believe I died. Coming up I always thought it was my past. They say history is doomed to repeat itself. I took it as a warning to change my ways. My daddy named me after Erica Kane. Miss Susan Lucci. Every man that met her loved her. That is a curse. You could never returned love back to every one that fell in love with you. I remember trying to remember a face. No such luck. How can a child remember and feel the ways I felt? Do you have a story or experience that is similar?
At least this isn’t you! Happy Monday!!
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