This project is driven by personal reasons.
Following my recent diagnosis with depression and anxiety, I have been in a state of confusion and loss. In a way I have lost myself and regained a bit of me at the same time.
This experience has given me a chance to relook at past and my lifelong relationship with anxiety and fear. I’ve never looked so deep into it until now and I realised that I need to reexamine my perceptions of fear.
I’ve always been a fearful being and I’ve mostly been taught to ‘conquer my fears’ and to ‘be brave’ or ‘courageous’. It seemed like the only way to be happy was to live without fear. It was perplexing because fear is innate and to be rid of fear is to be not human.
As a child, I had crippling social anxiety. To my mother, I was shy. To my father, I was anti-social and almost rude. To my teachers, I was ‘special’. It is deeply ingrained in me that having fears make me weak and I am weak.
The struggle with fighting and embracing what makes me human is what I want to iron out. Fear is my worst enemy and my best friend. It is my worst enemy because it is irrational to me most of the time. I feel fearful of the things of least importance and that makes me weak. Fear inhibits me from doing things that I want to. I want to experience life but my fear cripples me every time.
I say that it is my best friend because even though it seems irrational I trust it fully because it is instinctive and innate. Fear mostly comes from experience and because of that I get very adamant when I feel fear. Fear is what makes me feel comfortable in this world. Albeit an inhibiting sense of comfort, it is the walls and shield around my world and all that is dear to me. It is my only line of defence against the rest of the world.