Dear Fear,

You and I go way back. So, I am just going to say what I need to say.

First, I think you need some boundaries. You have this way of seeping into parts of my life where you just don’t belong. You show up in my thoughts about myself and sneak your way into the stories I make up about what others think of me. You have this uncanny ability to color how I perceive both my past and my future (it’s actually quite impressive albeit not the least bit helpful.) Your convincing voice even weaves its way into the highs of my life, trying to squander joy with “what if’s” or steal away success with “bet you can’t do it again.” Respectfully, I ask you to take a step back and let me handle my self-talk and future on my own. I just need you to stick to what you do best: protection. 

Before I go on to my next request, let me take a break and give you kudos for your breadth of talent. You’re a master persuader and an expert at disguise. I can’t help but stand in awe of your ability to play so many roles at once, to change from one costume to another in a snap. You never tire or give up. And you’re not afraid to try new things.

But, for a such a diverse and well-rounded little thing, when it comes to your vocabulary, you seem a little stuck. Do you know you use the same three words over and over again? Don’t, can’t, stop. I guess what I’m saying is, you only speak negatively. 

My dear fear, I do appreciate all that you are trying to do. I think we can work this out - you can help me be better and I can do the same for you. I promise to listen when you have my best interest at stake. I believe we can move forward together in a healthy way – taking risks within reason and trying new things that will stretch us but not destroy us.

With a confusing mix of respect, admiration and exasperation, 

Holly