I’m Afraid of Me
This might sound strange…
But I’m afraid of myself.
Not in a harmful way — but in a my thoughts are loud and powerful kind of way.
My mind is always working.
Always analyzing.
Always questioning.
Always trying to make sense of things that don’t always make sense.
And sometimes… that scares me.
I’m not afraid of having thoughts.
I’m afraid of what happens when I share them.
I worry about my words being twisted.
Misinterpreted.
Turned into something they were never meant to be.
I worry someone will read something and think:
“This is about me.”
And come at me sideways because of it.
The truth is…
These are just my thoughts.
My experiences.
My reflections.
Some people have heard them before.
Others are hearing them for the first time.
I’m trying to step out of my shell.
Slowly.
Because this is my version of speaking out.
I love who I am.
But I also know I have to work through this fear.
Because if I stay silent, I’ll never know if my words could help someone else.
And that matters to me.
I want to be authentic.
Unapologetically.
Even if it makes people uncomfortable.
Even if it’s misunderstood.
Because somewhere out there is someone who thinks like me.
Feels like me.
Needs to hear what I have to say.
So this is me choosing to work through that fear.
Not perfectly.
But intentionally.