Come on in

Come right in. I'd been avoiding you. Would you like some coffee? A cup of tea? Crackers, cookies, popcorn?
I'll give you a snack but please stop feeding on my heart.

I've no choice but to speak to you. At least face you with whatever face I have left.

But fear is all consuming especially when trying to fight it by covering it with an invisibility cloak. I am not the owner of one of the deathly hallows, nor are you the master of death. I have nothing to hide; much to fear but nothing to hide nonetheless. I've got beautiful people on my side.

I've taken your weight off my chest and your suffocating hands off my throat. It's like I've fought a battle; I understand clearly that the "war" is not won, but then again, when will it ever be.

I tried to take drastic, stupid measures. What was I thinking? An easy way out is not an option. I want one way out of this life, and it is with (and I say this with a smile on my face) a happy heart. All sorts of feeling are still lagging from these very difficult weeks; but that is the good thing: they are lagging. Little by little they will fall behind and I will keep walking in the direction of my dreams with nothing but a positive attitude.

For now, I welcome you. I will no longer hide or bow my head down. I will fight to the end. I will breathe and walk and sometimes run, but never away from anything I love and never away from you. Because you, Fear, are in my heart, and you will always have a place in it. But I realize now that there are more important things in life than living a life full of you...

Come right in. Would you like some coffee?