For a while now, my anxiety has been growing. Not just growing, but spreading. I thought I was just afraid to fly, turns out I’m becoming generally afraid of living. I get anxious over doing things because I think that something terrible is going to happen. Just look at the news – woman crushed to death in driveway while holding 4 year old son, search and recovery for 5 year old swept out to sea, 7 year old lost in snow, dies. Bad things happen when you go outside! This is what my brain gets from all these news stories.
So when a hike up Mt. Warning was proposed by friends, we initially said yes! It sounded great! But come the day, the butterflies started to build – what if something happened? I tried a last ditch attempt to get out of it, but failed.
As it turned out, something DID happen. I did something I never thought I would be able to do. Something my husband and a friend we climbed with also didn’t think I would do.
I climbed all the way to the summit, scaling the rocks and pulling myself up by the chain (approximately half a km straight up!).
The tragedy I thought would happen turned out to be a mildly twisted ankle that I managed to do coming back down the mountain. It was nothing compared to my worst fear – someone falling OFF the mountain!
Even with the anxiety, even with the fears, I have never wanted those things to stop me from going places, doing things, and having experiences like we had today. My son, just 6 years old, smashed the mountain! Sure by the end he was a bit over it – weren’t we all? He did so amazingly well, and did it with enthusiasm and excitement. One thing I am really conscious of is ensuring I don’t pass my anxiety on to him. He was a real trooper, as my husband’s runkeeper said 9.5km in the end.
It turns out, if you face your fears, you get rewarded with great experiences, and in this instance, great views.
What are you afraid of? Does it stop you from living?
Linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT!