I have always been someone who hides. Not myself, no. I used
to do that as a kid, but not since adolescence. I hide my thoughts, if I don’t know
you; I hide my feelings, if I am not comfortable; I hide my fears, no matter
what; I hide my past, because I cannot face it myself. There are a million
times that I am unable to sleep, because of something unnamed, something
lingering in the back of my head. It brings tears to my eyes, makes my head
grow heavy and sends shivers down my spine, but I can never put a finger to it.
I am going to be honest and blunt. I am quite certain that that is a little, if
not a lot, messed up. But that doesn’t change the fact that that happens.
I say I hide, because I do. Sometimes, I hide behind lies, sometimes
behind pretences, and sometimes I hide behind thin veils. I hide behind foods
and injuries. I hide behind the ambiguities of my words, behind cleverly (or so
I hope) created characters and themes and plots. I hide behind my own words,
and make them seem like someone else’s. I hide, so I don’t have to face that
which I hide from.
A couple of weeks ago, I was obsessed with the thinking of a
particular heinous kind of people. I was trying to rationalize in my mind a
certain fear, the biggest fear in my mind, and I was trying to work my way
backwards, as the perpetrator, because thinking forward hadn’t helped me in any
manner. Thinking forward, thinking normally, just made me more scared, it made
me more and more vulnerable, more blind. Blind with fear, I mean. I was losing
sleep, which is a very effective coping mechanism for me usually, until the
moment that it avoids me at all costs and effects, and becomes exactly what it
protects me against. I am not saying that nightmares would leave me be at times
like this, they wouldn’t. Nightmares are, and have always been an avid part of
my life, I have had nightmares about almost every fear I have ever harboured.
But nightmares are easy to recover from. Lack of sleep, not so. There were
times that I would avoid sleeping to avoid nightmares. I am sure we’ve all done
that. (I hope.) But now, I am okay with nightmares as long as I can sleep,
because in dreams (or nightmares), I am away from the realities of my past. And
closer to my fears.
Anyway, that obsession led to another one, a more rooted
one, to be honest. I realised that in order to rationalize my biggest fear, I
need to rationalize fear itself. So one fine day, I sat down to do that. And I
came up with nothing. Why? Because I was too scared to think about the things
that scare me. I made a lot of realisations about fear, and I put them into a
story and hid my being from there too. But this piece, I am penning, because I
owe it to myself. I owe it to myself, and my fears, to my demons, that I acknowledge
them. That I acknowledge the fact that I am scared. I am scared in broad day
light, not just in the darkness. I am scared in company and in solitude. I am
scared in tears, as I am scared in laughter. I am scared when I realise that
horrors are not that far away. I am scared when I realise what I can live with.
What I can overcome.
That should give me a sense of satisfaction, shouldn’t it?
That I am stronger than what I thought I was? That I have faced my fears and
thus conquered them? No. I realise now, that it doesn’t work that way. The
fears you face, stay with you. Just because you have faced them once, doesn’t
mean you aren’t scared anymore. The scars aren’t always those of victory, they
are those of suffering, and whether they are visible or not, they are there.
Not acknowledging them will take you nowhere. Ignoring them, ignoring your past
will not help you move on- neither forward, nor backward. You will be stuck, in
the same place where you were. Or probably will slip towards a chasm, that you
will know nothing about, even when you are in it.
Then what the hell do you do? You acknowledge it: your past,
your fear, your present, your hopes, your desires. No matter how silly, stupid,
dark, or irrational they maybe, acknowledge them. Whether you can do something
about them, whether you can deal with them or not doesn’t matter. Or maybe it
does. But recognizing and accepting in the first step- towards healing, towards
success. Towards a better place.
I accept that I am scared. Of what? I will still hide that.
But it makes it better just to accept. Accepting makes it easier to breathe.
Try it.