Fear Speaks
Fear speaks to me. It's a delicate balance between ignoring the whispers, and listening to the instinctual responses meant to keep me safe from harm. I've practiced filtering out the irrational from the necessary, but it's still a practice. I've heard that habits are replaced instead of exterminated, so I've tried replacing fear with love and vulnerability, but man, it's hard. Fear still creeps in, causing doubt. How do you forget a language? I first realized around three or four years old that I thought in language and I wondered what my thoughts were like before I knew words. I tried to revert to thinking without words, but couldn't. Like my native English, fear too, seems to be inescapable. The happier I am, the more I have to lose, the louder fear becomes. I'm thankful for a relationship based on honesty and unbelievable communication, because sometimes talking about fears makes them disappear, or at ...