I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t petrified in one way or another. I’m not sure why I am this way, I cannot justify it, being scared has always been a part of my life.

For a long time I tried to understand where the fear came from, has it been from all the bad things in my past? Did something else happen to me at an even younger age?

I would obsess over every little thing I could remember because I knew that fear had always been with me, but I came out with no more answers.

But what if I was just afraid?

Courage comes from fear, how could someone be courageous without fear? Maybe it doesn’t have to be one of the other, maybe it can be both.

I am courageous!

To still be standing here after all the troubles I have, to face the days which are horrible and face them; it all takes courage.

Instead of seeing fear as a negative I propose we start to see it in the positive and start celebrating those that face their own fear every day.

I will stop trying to answer the question of where my fear came from, and start rejoicing in the courage that walks alongside them.