So here’s a confession: I’m afraid.
Sure, I’m a pretty tough girl. I am virtually fearless when it comes to riding in small planes and eating nearly-developed duck embryos (google balut, if you have a strong stomach) and taking risks and saying what I think and speaking in public.
But I’m afraid of some things. Things I can't control, and things that hurt people that I love. Today made me painfully aware of that fact- something bad happened that trigged a very old and very deep fearfulness inside of me. Something that’s been growing in the pit of my belly like an foul, uninvited parasite since I was a little girl. I was suddenly very much aware of the hold that this fear had on me. It was a crippling, vice-like grip that in an instant wrapped cold metal tendrils around my heart and lungs and stomach until I felt that familiar, sickening panic.
I don’t want to acknowledge my fear. Someone I loved once told me that my fear was weakness. I don’t want to be weak, so I keep it inside, mostly.
But this amazing little project called “No More Voices” makes me want to change that. The premise is that fear and doubt are afraid of community and that one way to conquer your fear is to share it. To know that you are not alone is a very healing and powerful thing.
Are you afraid? Can we be afraid together, and be less afraid?