So I am still here. I live to fight another day. (fear)

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....For me, there was no escape. I waited for the fear to kill me.
But it did not — days passed, then weeks, then months, and now almost two years. New insults were thrown at me faster than I could brace myself. They are still thrown at me now. I lost my hair, my body, my beauty, my work, my mind. I lost relationships; I lost family. I lost my purpose, my confidence, my autonomy, my ego. I got some of those things back. Others I got back only to lose again. I make mistakes, and I am wrong; I am humbled by my smallness and insignificance.
But — I am no longer afraid. Not because I am brave, but because the fear ran out.....