Transitions are hard. You know it and I know it. We know life shouldn’t be this way, but it has been like this for so long we don’t know any other way. Having the courage to make a change, can be a challenging first step to make, even when we know it is the right one.
I have spent most of my life living in fear. Fear was an emotion that had a certain amount of comfort to it. I had my first seizure before the age of 1. We learned as I was growing up that they acted as a circuit breaker. When I had a rapid temperature change, I would have a seizure. Many people that I have spent time around have never seen a seizure. My grandmother once handed me back to my mom when I started to have one. For a small child, it seemed that people were fearful of me.
As I grew up, I felt a responsibility to show people that a person can live with seizures. Wherever I worked, people knew about my disorder, but I also wanted to keep that part of my life separate. I never wanted them to see me have a seizure and I didn’t want them to be afraid of that part of me. Members of my immediate family had seen me have them and still loved me for me, but could other people?
One Friday morning I forgot to take my pills. I remember making it into the office and most of the rest of the day is gone. I have only a few memories and those that I do have are spotty.
I went back to work that Monday. Whether my co-workers felt this or not, I’m not entirely sure, but it felt like they were afraid of me. I tried to be the person that I was before, but they had seen a part of me they couldn’t unsee. At that moment my work life started to unravel.
The fear of that moment led to other decisions. Fear had taken hold a part of my life, the part that I felt I had under control. I knew that things were different for so many reasons. But I couldn’t figure a way out. It took another 18 months for things to end and for a new opportunity to begin.
Deep down I knew that I didn’t belong there anymore. So many signs presented themselves to me, but I couldn’t pull the trigger and take the necessary steps. I reverted to my coping mechanism of choice. I withdrew. I kept to myself and put one foot in front of the other, but my heart wasn’t there, and those around me knew it.
For many of us we need help making this change. In my case, I needed to be let go from my job. Then another fear of what am I going to do now sets in? I was fortunate. I was able to put the pieces together relatively quickly. I learned from my coaching calls that there is only way to get over fear and that is to move through it. I have taken more chances in the last 11 months, then I did in the preceding 37 years.
This doesn’t mean that fear isn’t present in my life, but I have learned there is more to life than fear. It can be used to guide us on to new and better things. Sometimes we need to see our own lives from a different perspective. My life now is all about helping people to see their lives with fresh eyes. We can’t change our past, but we change the story we tell ourselves. Every day is a new opportunity. You may need to make a conscious choice to take that first step, but it gets easier over time.
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