My geatest fear is that I am alone. It's not just fear but an existential terror. Once when I was young, I was truly alone - it's hard to descibe to anyone who has never experienced it, but it's like being in hell. There was nothing, except me, now. The world around me looked unreal, was unreal. Time did not exist, there was no past, no future - it didn't simply stop but just wasn't. It was as though someone pulled the plug out of reality, and it all drained away. No-one can undersand this who hasn't experienced something similar and I pray that they don't. There is plenty of philosophy about it, but it's all intellect and words. You can't feel what hell is like by intellectualising about it.
I found I was pretty tough, thank God and his grace, and I got by for several years by pretending the world was real before I was rescued. The rescue was even more amazing.
This is a lonely thing, because who the hell knows what on earth I'm talking about? But at the same time it was a rite of passage. This and it's sequel taught me what I know about the world we live in and I can see it from the outside as well as the inside. The words cannot carry the weight of joy that I feel, knowing this. I wouldn't change a thing despite the terror.
But it's part of life's mystery that these sort of fears are divided fundamentally from those that arise only in the everyday world around us. I certainly have some of those, though they are tame in comparison. So my chart:
I hope the colours are self evident. The red ones go back to my childhood at school - I was an unpopular child and didn't fit in at all to others my age, and I ended up fearing them. These things that we learn at seven or eight stay with us as a burden forever. I compensated by getting approval by being clever, and gaining ascendency that way - it worked for me. But that bound my cleverness successes to my social anxiety - very Enneagram 5 lol. I hope I have these in reasonable control now, but we can never fully overcome these fears that become habitual when we are kids. I do apologise to anyone who has become entangled in my demons.
Losing a loved one is purple - what does that mean? When we are little, the loss of a parent to death or divorce is a major disaster. When we are older, it isn't as important physically but can become even more important emotionally. At my age, end of life becomes a more present prospect. I'm not very social by nature, and my wife and I spend most of our days with only ourselves for company. At some point one or the other of us will go first. I'm much more able to manage on my own than she is, for all sorts or practical reasons. Because of this I hope she goes first, hopefully still years from now, but I'm more conflicted about it than these words can ever begin to express.
When I was little, I was terrified of loud noises. Thunder was a nightmare for me. When I was about 8 or 9 I got pissed off about this, and went to the library and devoured every book I could find about the weather. When I understood what was going on, I fell in love with it and since then I have delighted in storms. It's one of the glories of life that a fear overcome can transform into an intensive love.