To many, I was known as the queen of fear or the princess of paranoia. Everything I did, or anyone else did was transposed into a potentially hazardous or dangerous situation in my mind. If someone was talking about how excited they were about going for a nice relaxing hike, I would immediately visualize them on the side of a mountain skidding and slipping on dirt, then falling off the side of the cliff.
I was terrified of catching every disease or illness. I walked around thinking someone was going to hurt or kidnap me, steal my purse, break into my house, take my car. I was continuously on edge from this war zone I was creating in my head. I spent many nights in bed awake, scared stiff thinking about death and dying, earthquakes, or the end of the world. Fears of the dark, fears of being possessed, fears of ghosts, fear of sleeping, fears of not sleeping...I think by now you get my point, I was teetering on the edge of sanity or insanity.
This was all created by this ridiculous concept I had adopted at some point in my life. I believed that if you imagined the worst case scenario in any situation, whatever actually happens can only be better. I guess ultimately, I was trying to avoid disappointment? Well, after years of successfully applying that asinine concept to my life, I unknowingly (at the time) trained my mind to perceive the worst in all situations; consequently creating the worst things to happen to me in many situations. Never underestimate the power of the mind; this is a perfect example. I cannot tell you how many times my purse or wallet was stolen, or someone was actually following me, or how often I’d be driving on the freeway and things would fly off the bed of a truck and head right towards me, and so on. Seriously my bad luck was SO bad it became comical.
After spending many years in a delusional state of fear, it began to wreak havoc on my body. I had anxiety attacks at the most inconvenient times, I was constantly going to the doctor for some imaginary pain or illness, but the tests would always come back fine. My nerves were frazzled from being in fight or flight mode all the time, the adrenaline was eating at my muscles and at times they would twitch. It began to get difficult pretending to keep myself together in public, so I would hideout from the world, to keep people from noticing how crazy and weird I was becoming. It became very apparent to me that it was time I get a grip before someone else did it for me. I couldn‘t live in this state any longer.
So I checked myself into fear rehab, and learned the first way to rehabilitate your fear is by understanding that fear is just a state of mind; a bad habit and that‘s all. According to Dr. Stein and concept therapy, as you notice fearful thoughts ask yourself, “Is this thought positive and logical?”, if not, then simply move on, but don‘t judge it.
The next step is to fill your mind and subconscious with as many new healthy habits as possible. Some healthy habits are reading a positive quote as soon as you get up each morning, visualizing positive scenarios, or reading a positive book before bed.
Stay committed to fear rehab, and give it a good run, and you’ll see with just a little effort your fear habit will begin to diminish and you will acquire the ultimate treatment for fear and that is FAITH. Your body, mind, soul, everyone around you, and the world will thank you.
Keep coming back, it works!!!