Fear is deceptive and was never my friend.

Fear has been a friend of mine for so long.  Just like food, it hasn't loved me back.  Fear like the love of food has held me back.  I don't know if food has been a comfort.  I am not sure if it has been an emotional thing. It may have been lately.  Over the years I find myself living in fear of the world and those in it.  Why?  I didn't want to fail.  I didn't want to get into trouble.  I didn't want to get hurt.  The point is, fear is safe, but it doesn't provide safety.  It is deceptive in that it claims to shield and protect, but it doesn't.  It is an issue that I have to deal with.  I have begun to accept that it is my issue.  It is no one else.  It is time that I have to stand up to it and be free.