Paige Thomas DeHart

My recent inner inventory is showing me that my idea of serenity has been to stand vigilantly at the door of a basement that is full of hungry dogs. I cannot believe how much I have lived in my head in order to deny my true emotions. I realize that I am terrified of being vulnerable, of being imperfect, of not being in control, of needing other people, and of making mistakes. In other words, I am terrified of being human. I can now see that if I deny being driven by fear, I might as well accept that I am being driven by delusion. In denying my vulnerability, I have almost denied the part of me that loves.

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