Terrified

I’ve used the words ‘I’m terrified’ in respect to writing and sharing my work a number of times. These words have not come from my mouth prior to this month, as far as I can recall. Maybe just before the arrival of kids!

But the words have been there. An invisible anchor behind me. A weight pulling me down. 

A quiet terror of hurting people, of being called out on mistakes, of being seen. So I’ve hidden from that, I’ve stayed small. The fear has made me small. It has compressed my body into disagreeable shapes.

No more.

Published by yogamatty

Writing about my own mental health journey with a focus on the main tools that have helped me emerge as “me”.

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