Today, I'm going to go do something I didn't think I had the courage. Something for years and years I didn't think twice, I just did. Little did I know that for just over eight years I would struggle to do this one simple thing, fear has held me paralyzed in it's grips.
I talk about standing up. I talk about facing things we dare not. I talk about this and I talk about that, yet within something has had a grip on my heart. The thought of it has brought me to instant lock down, "I can't".
Well, today I must "walk the walk". For me to continue, I must face a fear. I must disarm it. Take away it's power. Take away it's grip. Without a doubt I fear it, yet to write another word, to share another thought, I must disarm it.
My sons death tore open a wound that will never heal, that's reality. To be told it will heal is simply a small bandage that will not cover. That's reality. To look at it any differently is simply false. To fear it, is making a decision to not understand it.
I choose to learn from it. To walk the walk, to disarm it. I respect it, but it will no longer control me.