Paragraph on my biggest fear
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Answer:
My biggest fear is being alone with extremely difficult feelings: pain, loss, shame, regret. My biggest fear is abandoning myself when I need me the most. My biggest fear is me.
Explanation:
Some people are afraid of rollercoasters or spiders.
Some people are afraid to die, or afraid of not knowing how they’ll die.
I never really thought I’d live to be 20, growing up with depression made it hard for me to see myself being alive this long, so I’ve never really feared my death.
I’ve worked hard to do good, I’ve tried to be a good person and I’ve tried to help others. I don’t know what impact, if any, I’ll have on the world after I’m gone, but I keep trying my hardest.
But what if, none of it matters?
What if I go through my entire life, and end up forgotten? What if I lived my entire life, and leave no impact on a single person?
That’s what scares me, more than anything else in the world, being forgotten terrifies me.
I can’t help but think sometimes, what if I live 20, 50, or 100 years and nothing I did mattered? What if I just wasted 100 years, and didn’t leave a single impact on someone?
What if my time here was a total waste? What if none of it mattered?
I know how dramatic and crazy this sounds, trust me, I hear it all the time in my head and I know how it sounds.
Seriously though, think about it, think about the people you’ve talked to and memories you have. Think about all the people you would think you left an impact with, and think about them not remembering your name.
A lot of this came to mind on my birthday this last year. My mission has always been to leave a legacy I can be proud of, but it hit me, what if I never made the impact I thought?
I mean, what if none of this mattered?
What if my blog was just a blog, a blog that didn’t matter, another one of the millions of blogs across the internet? What if the people I would give anything to help, never mentioned my name again?
What if someone I gave the world to, forgot I ever existed…
People always ask me what it’s like to deal with anxiety or depression, what makes it so hard to deal with…well, here’s a glimpse of it, for me at least.
I’m not afraid of death, I’m afraid of being forgotten.