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2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.

Fear #1: Physical Fear
The physical fear that I have is of suffocating or not being able to breath. I think I must have drowned in a past life (if there is such a thing) or something happened to me when I was little because not being able to breath seems like the scariest thing to me. Sometimes when I'm trying to sleep, in that half conscious stage of sleeping, I convince myself that I can't breath or that I'm not breathing at all and startle myself awake...and I will do this over and over. Its a horrible habit I have.

Fear #2: Emotional Fear
Trusting and relying on other people scares me to death. The few times I have really let go and relied on someone did not serve me well. I don't really count on anyone. This is a sad fear I suppose but I am always very surprised when someone thinks of me out of the blue or goes out of their way to do something for me. I am usually so emotional and feel terribly guilty when this happens. I wonder if there is a clinical name for this?! The good side of this is I am very independent, I like to do things for myself and take care of myself. The good things I have in my life are because I have gotten them for myself *pat on back*.

Fear #3: Horror-Film Fear
Demonic Possessions & ghosts. Get out. I think I'm not afraid of the boogey man or serial killers because they are physically present and you can technically get away from them as long as you are not doing the dirty, running down the stairs, or a hot blond with big boobs. But being possessed or haunted, you have no escape, you can't see them, you have no control. That stuff creeps me the F out!!


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