I used to think fear kept people awake until I got scared and couldn’t stay awake. I was terrified. It felt like a Rock and Roll concert was going on in my head the same time an earthquake was happening. It was chaos at its finest!
Rolling from side to side, feeling like the end of the world had come, I bit on every edible thing I could find. It was weird witnessing the effects of fear firsthand but the exponentially increased appetite didn’t give me enough time to ponder on this new reality.
I was not really eating tho, as I would almost always drop whatever it was as soon as I picked it up. Something was wrong and it had disrupted my system in a bad way. My line of defense had been breached! If only caution had been taken before now.
In this state of chaos, I found sleep - or better still, sleep found me. It however only took me out of reality just to torment me in my dreams. The rolling from side to side didn’t stop; it almost felt like it heightened. Crazy, unimaginable things fit only for dreamland.
It was obvious there was no place to run to and the next line of action was to face my fears.
“Recognize what is really happening and soak it all in.”
I did. It was akin to swallowing a big bitter pill. I did. I recognized the issue for what it was, weighed the different options, and braced myself for the appropriate action.
However, am I still scared?
Hell yeah, I am! 🤦🏽♂️