The whole furore of Christmas and talking to my friend left me with a great sense of depletion. I recently found employment and I even worked in the week between Christmas and New Year's Eve. While I was working I thought about my friend, who told me that she did not want any medication and preferred to live with just her memories.
Peace in Cyprus, has the opportunity to show the world that there is another way. We don't always have to point fingers and seek out a scapegoat. Even where there is little hope, and after 42 years, many Cypriots had lost hope, with determination and drive, anything is possible. I wish the leaders and those involved in the final stages of these peace talks endless luck. If they are successful, it will not only mean a great deal to my family and fellow Cypriots, it will also mean a lot to a world that at times feels like it has lost all hope.
The one benefit from Donald's win is that people may take my warnings a little more seriously in the future. I may be elevated in people's estimation from 'loon' to 'sage'. Given my new status, I must dress accordingly. The black cape may come in handy, after all. But I may accessorise it with a tin hat, just in case...
I guess the moral of this is, anxiety can get worse, but you can always become happier. Anxiety can and will always knock you back, but there are times where you will persevere and overcome it, completely smashing it out the park. So, if anxiety ever knocks you down, don't see it as a step backwards, but as a step closer to that one time where you'll defeat it, on your way to destroying anxiety for good.
That's what's making me think that fear doesn't really exist in any other dimension of our being. I believe it is possible that there is no such thing as fear outside of the subconscious mind. That fear is not real. The case has been made in the past that fear is necessary for self-preservation. But is it?
I just watched tear after tear queue up and then take sorrow's path to the smeared tiles below. After a few minutes he looked up and stared at me had through fierce eyes. Once he knew he could trust me he spoke uninterrupted for almost half an hour. His story was one of beatings, harassment, abandonment, forced marriage, daily threats and soul-piercing terror.