Sometimes however The Fear rears it's ugly head. Usually when I am doing something mundane like the dishes. It starts as a thought, then it creeps up my neck. My throat starts to close up and get very dry. My mind races. I feel the tears starting to well up. Then and only then do I acknowledge The Fear. I look it square in the face and tell it I know it is there. I tell it that it can not rule my life and I have things I need to get done. I tell it that no matter how bad it wants me to feel that I know everything will be fine. Then I press on. I have a life to lead and I can't waste it with The Fear.