Many of us have chosen to live with our fears, whether we tell them or not. Sometimes we believe that these fears will never go away. For example, animal phobias, social phobia, fear of heights, blood and injury phobia, fear of thunder and storms, fear of flying, fear of being alone, fear of closed spaces, fear of cars, space phobia, phobia of swallowing.
If we consider all of these as problems because they negatively affect our comfort in life, which one of these problems do you experience?
I haven’t found a solution to how to deal with them, but I think I’ve taken the first step towards a solution. For example, donating blood. I fainted during my last blood donation. It was stated that some of my brain cells died because of low oxygen reaching the brain, and I couldn’t donate again after that. But last week, I received an email saying that someone was needed. Then I decided to donate no matter what. I went to the blood center. I took my turn and donated blood very easily.
The health worker asking the person on my right side kept if he was okay from time to time. Even though that person said he was okay every time, he didn’t look normal. They intervened in that person 2-3 times. The person was kept waiting in a resting position for a long time. I knew now, if they asked me if I was okay, it was obvious from my eyes that I was not okay. Every time, they asked if i was okay and the answer was okay. However, I was experiencing hot sweats and a brief interlude. I was determined to resist. According to the answer to the question, I was okay.
Then I went to the living room. I sat down. I took a chocolate out of my pocket and ate some of it, then drank a little water. They were asking someone again; are you okay, and the standard answer was yes. However, after taking a few more sips, I called out to someone standing on my right. I was shouting in my own way, can you look at me… I had seen that shouting could only be this ineffective from person to person. Now everything was slowly starting to get darker, I was still saying in my own way, can you look, and I was extending my hand. When the shouting ended, I came face to face with a pair of eyes a little far away. After a while, the standard question of are you okay was repeated over and over again. I was better now. I realized that the really good answer was so meaningful, yes, I was better, only I was sweating like ice.
I had experienced these things while trying to overcome my fear. I started to question whether it was worth it. I went back to work standing on with the minibus. But I had succeeded, somehow or other I was able to muster up the courage and make a donation.
I don’t know, if I’m going to have this much trouble overcoming every fear, I guess it will be easier to live with some of my fears.
I had a long sleep that night…
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