Dear Fear (AKA Doubt/Insecurity/Shame),
You have gone by many names over the years, and no matter what you chose to be called, I took you in. You were clever, promising me "security" and "safety" if I only listened to you. Well, I did listen, but I have finally realized the difference between "playing it safe" and and "preservation of self." While it's true that sometimes your whispers helped me out in dangerous situations, for the most part, you abused your powers and I realize now the extent of your lies. You have exerted your will over me for far too long and, clearly, this is not a reciprocal relationship...I gave you everything, with nothing in return. I'm at a point in my life where I am tired of trying to please you. It is is exhausting trying to figure out which part of you I am dealing with and also, I’m tired of stroking your ego, making you feel so important at my own expense. If there is one thing in this world that I have come to HATE, it is how I shrink in your presence. If you really loved me, wanted me to feel safe and secure, you would support my growth, my expansion, my light. And you have never acknowledged me, THE REAL ME, and because you have never believed in me all this time, despite the fact I have given you my undivided attention and support over the years--when it was me who all this time LISTENED to you!--Well, you need to know that I have packed your bags and you are not welcome here anymore. I am breaking up with you. FOREVER!