Fear and Identity

I was afraid from early on to act on my passions, because the price was too high, life too fragile. Instead, paying the high price of developing a fragile life because of its been afraid to toughen. Afraid, believing that I did not have the right to forge a place of my own liking and compatibility in the world. Still believing. Still facing the unbelievably entrenched fears: How little I can let myself, my passion, ME be me. Someone deeply believed that my nature as a human being must be disassociated at all costs, and I learned it. I know it is not only me. Others face the agony, the excruciating pain of traveling from disassociation to identity. And my life must not now be over. I can still have the things I want, but I don't know how. I have not had a family, I have not kept faith and traveled with friends. I have not pursued making the world need my skills and contributions as part of the machinery of life. I have not made my identity with myself and with humankind. Orig 1983 Revised 2011