I had to overcome many irrational fears during my life, some of them with a terrible story behind them, like my fear of elevators or my fear of bridges. But what scares me most of all is death.
I’m a person of faith, and I believe in a life beyond this one and believe that one has to be good to reach everlasting happiness with God. I’m afraid I’m a failure. I’ve tried to do my best, love my neighbors, avoid any kind of hatred, and don’t hurt anybody. But I can see many bad habits in me. I can’t control it no matter how much I try. Maybe it is my depression that makes me see things so dark. Or not. Maybe the whole thing is scary enough.
Anyway, I think my Lord is a Loving Father who has given me many things in my life, and I’m afraid to disappoint him for dilapidate his gifts when my time arrives.