What do I fear?

I fear many things but I think that what I fear the most is myself.

My mind spits out everything that I have failed at and plays it like a movie over and over again.

I always seemed to find something that says I should be disappointed in myself.

For so long my nightmares were about how I have disappointed everyone and it's all my fault.

Now I am doing better at letting go, even if this movie still has negative scenes, now there are positives too.

I haven't fully conquested my fear, but I started to learn how to accept that I don't need to be afraid.

I know that there will come a time in which I won't be so fearful, but rather I will have conquered and come to love my fear. 

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741