This week we’re talking about fears and phobias. Oy vey, this was a hard one! I feel like the older I get, the more fears I have. I also feel like that’s backward. Shouldn’t my fears decrease as I grow older and wiser? Nevertheless, here’s a list of my top phobias in no particular order.
Big Scary Bridges – My yearly writer’s retreat is waaaaay up in the tippy top of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It’s gorgeous up there and last year was a blast. The one drawback is that in order to get to the UP, though, is that we have to cross the Mackinac Bridge. Although the Mighty Mac is pretty, she’s also big and scary. It’s the fifth longest suspension bridge in the world and the roadway is 200 feet high in the center of the bridge. When I’m crossing her I have visions of high winds blowing cars off into the water. (Hey, it happened!) Last year when we crossed the bridge it had been nearly 17 years since my first and only trip across the bridge. I think I did pretty well (no panic attacks, no crying, no hiding my face or popping of Ativan) but it still scares me. I almost enjoyed crossing it on the way back home and even took photos… But yeah, I’ve already told the retreat girls that if we take my car this year, I can drive as long as someone else drives us across the bridge.
Death of my Parents – I honestly don’t know how I’ll handle this. I fully envision winding up in a mental hospital over it when the time comes. I can’t imagine life without my parents.
Never Being a Mom – If you know me well or have read this or my previous blogs you know I want to be a mom more than anything. I’m totally afraid that I’m running out of time to have a baby the natural way and that I’ll never be able to afford to adopt because I have a suck ass job and live paycheck to paycheck.
Water I can’t See Across – I’m not nearly as scared of this as I was before I went on two cruises. But I still have a healthy fear of water I can’t see across and can’t touch the bottom of. Also, undertow.
Mental Illness – I have a fear that one day my clinical depression is going to take over. That instead of conquering it, it’ll conquer me. Which also leads back up to the never being a mom fear.
Bats – No, just, no. Especially when they’ve entered the space bubble of my home. Not okay. Nothing you can say will change my mind on this one.
Not Being Good Enough – Gee, could this post get any more depressing? Ugh! I worry that I’m not good enough at my job, my relationships with people, my crafts… Basically everything.
Okay, enough of this topic for me… what are your phobias? Leave a comment below and be sure to check out what my girls Bronwyn, Jessica, Leigh, Tess, and Kris have to say about phobias and fears! Oh and check out Jenny Trout’s blog too… she may or may not be joining the Wednesday Bloggers group, but even if she doesn’t, she’s amazing and you’ll love her. 🙂 Plus, her new book The Bride is finally out! Wee!!
March 26th, 2014 at 10:21 am
Bats are evil and the spawn of Satan and if one enters my home and its fair game. I don’t care what anyone says, either.
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March 26th, 2014 at 12:23 pm
LMAO agreed! I know Bron loves them but once they’re in my space bubble, they’re no longer protected.
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March 26th, 2014 at 11:44 am
I will save you from bats, too. And promise, sweetie, you are better than good enough. You are AMAZING.
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March 26th, 2014 at 12:24 pm
Thanks, babe. 🙂 I love you!!
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March 26th, 2014 at 12:03 pm
Dark water fear. I don’t like water I can’t see through. It means the bottom is way far away, possibly coated with weeds, and who knows what’s between it and me? Oh great, I just scared myself.
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March 26th, 2014 at 12:25 pm
LOL right? It sounds so lazy, I know how to swim but I’d prefer that if I decide to stop swimming I can just put my feet down. :p
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March 26th, 2014 at 5:35 pm
That last one… yeah… it’s a dig deep fear. Not a lot of the others get to me, but then… I’d probably be afraid of a damn chainsaw if someone was chasing me with it. And I’d probably hate snakes if I was stuck in a pit with them, lol. It’s all about context, I think.
And I agree with Bron. You’re more than good enough. And there’s always the sperm bank…just saying. I’m a single mom… have been for a long time. And it’s still the best thing you could ever do. You’d be great.
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March 26th, 2014 at 8:22 pm
You’re such a doll. Thanks, girlie. ((Hugs))
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