When ever I come across a challenge in life I face this determining fear that makes me run away. It has always been like this. In high school I ran because I was afraid to fail. The failure or sense of failure would tear a piece of my soul damaging my existence as a good student. It would become so great that I would start imagining ways to run away from it. A simple lie here (oh I don’t feel well) another lie there (I have this other thing to do right now).. it wouldn’t stop. I would come up with ways to get away from my fear instead of facing it until things became so unbalanced that I would run.
It took me 15 years to come back to the fear of school after I dropped out all together. I like to think that with some encouragement and the right guidance my choices would have been different, but then I feel that I am just lying to myself.
My eyes were opened that I couldn’t live in the existence that I was when I met Jokes(my prince charming). He believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. Over and over again I have proven that I am well worth the challenge. I got my GED. I excelled in college with only one B since the beginning of my associates degree. Yet, lingering in the background is this dread that I am not good enough or wise enough to continue. What if I fail? Run. Run and forget about it. Get away from the challenge then you can’t fail. Then, I remember why I am fighting this battle. Jokes, my family, my friends they all believe in me even when I can not believe in myself.
I face a challenge this semester that has my blood screaming for release. It makes me ill to think about what I face. Though with each passing moment I feel failure setting in. I want to succeed but I drag my feet so that things become so difficult that I can barely face them. I must continue.. if not for my sake, for them.







