I'm not even going to mention who asked this guest prompt.
My sister put it aptly enough in her post title.
Yes, I have faced a lot of fears. I feel to some degree yes, I have overcome. Or maybe it's a constant work in progress -- overcoming. I won't stop overcoming until the day I die. By no means am I saying I have it all together. No way.
More than anything, one thing I've thought much about recently is fear itself. And what a prison fear seems to become. We become entrenched in fear, and it seems nothing will pull us out at times.
I can look back on my life, and I realize that fear has been a huge force, fear has at different times ruled my life.
But again, when I've faced fear, I've now learned, it has the opposite effect than I expected, I expected to be shamed, shunned, and cast out, instead, facing it brought freedom, and shed light into my life. I'm actually a new person, because of facing my fears. I know who I am. Facing it made all the difference.
I urge people to face fears, head on. I know, believe you me, I know, yes it is scary, for sure. But being scared, just even for a little while, is not worth missing out on freedom, or life, or somebody in life.
Step out... come on.