The Unseen Fear

 

 Fear

Fear is an inevitable part of life. It takes different forms for different people—some fear failure, some fear loneliness, and others fear losing something so dear that they can’t even imagine life without it. Fear does not always come as a sudden storm; sometimes, it seeps in like a silent shadow, growing stronger each day. I have come to know this kind of fear—the kind that does not scream but whispers, the kind that does not break you all at once but weakens you little by little until you realize you are not the same person you used to be. I feel it now more than ever. It started as a small, unnoticeable worry, a passing thought that I brushed aside. But as time went on, it grew. It began affecting the way I saw things, the way I felt about myself, and the way I carried myself. The confidence I once had, the belief that I was moving forward toward everything I dreamed of, is now crumbling. And with every step I take, I feel like I am moving further away from where I thought I was meant to be.

I have always believed that a person’s smile tells the world that they are happy, but now, I realize that is not always true. I smile every day, I laugh, I talk as if nothing has changed. But inside, something is shifting. The light that once burned bright in me is dimming. There is a certain emptiness that I cannot shake off, a weight pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I can feel it in the way my thoughts spiral, in the way my heart aches even when nothing is wrong on the surface. It is as if my mind is fighting against me, reminding me of the fear I am trying so hard to ignore. I wish I could understand it completely, define it, and put it into words that make sense. But even my words are failing me now. They come out scattered, broken, unable to capture the depth of what I feel. It is strange how a person can be surrounded by people, by laughter, by everything that once felt warm and comforting, yet still feel lost.

There was a time when I was sure of myself, sure of where I was going and what I wanted. But now, that certainty has turned into doubt. I question myself more than ever before. Am I strong enough to face what is coming? Am I capable of holding onto the things that matter most to me? Or will they slip away no matter how hard I try? These questions haunt me, and the answers seem further out of reach every day. I used to believe that if I worked hard enough if I stayed determined, I could shape my future the way I wanted. But now, there is a force stronger than my will, something beyond my control, something that terrifies me because I do not know how to fight it. And perhaps, that is what fear truly is—not knowing. Not knowing what will happen, not knowing if I am enough, not knowing if I am meant to win or lose in this silent battle I am fighting with myself.

I do not want to be defeated by this fear. I do not want to be a person who only exists but does not truly live. I want to break free from this feeling before it consumes me entirely. But the truth is, I am struggling. I feel as though I am losing a part of myself, and I do not know how to hold on. The world around me moves forward, people smile, and life continues, but inside me, something is unsettled. And the hardest part is that no one sees it. They see the laughter, the conversations, the familiar face, but they do not see the storm within. Maybe one day, I will understand why this fear has taken hold of me. Maybe one day, I will find the strength to fight it. But for now, I am here, caught between what was and what will be, trying to find a way back to the person I used to be.

Joice💓