An Open Letter to Fear, You No Longer Live Here
You and I have been through a lot together; I wanted to share what I learned from you in this letter.
We have spent many long and sleepless nights together. You made me believe in myself. Scratch that you made me believe in another self. The self that did not exist, one built on lies, like a house made of match sticks. The whispers you spoke into my soul at night, driving deep into my humanity. I believed you; you created me.
We shared some great times together, well they were great for you at least. You partied and had a fake lifestyle, one where you pretended to have it all together. Meanwhile, I was buried in my insecurities and self-doubt. I believed the lies you told me, telling me I was worthless, would not amount to anything, even stupid. I thought I could change you, but in turn, you changed me. I no longer recognized the skeleton that looked back in my mirror. I was a fading image of what God had made me be.
We have grown apart, you and I, we are different now. I no longer have the same feelings I once had for you. You have become distant and, well I cheated on you. I found someone else that loves me for me. They don’t try to change me or fix me. I wake in the morning without buyers remorse. Laying my head down at night knowing I have made the right choice.
Don’t shed tears as you knew this was coming. We have drifted apart for some time now. The late nights when you snuck in thinking I would not notice. I have finally locked the doors and changed the locks. The walls no longer hold me in, they rather are there to keep you out. You no longer live in my mind; you don’t belong in my heart.
This is my final farewell letter; we are over for good this time. I have moved on; you no longer own me. I have packed all your things and left them outside. The pain will fade, the dependence will subside. No longer will I be held captive in my mind. A prisoner held against my will. The darkness that has consumed me has moved out.
Please do not write me back, or call me in the middle of the night. I love who I have become without you Fear; there is no turning back for me. We are finished, we are over, this is my final goodbye letter, take care fear, hope one day you will grow up to be who you were made to be.
About Charles Johnston
Charles is a Christian, husband and father of fur-kids who shares his walk with others in hopes to help other's along the way.