It’s strange how fears work, isn’t it?
One day you’re sitting and contemplating your worst nightmares and the next day you’re watching it come true.
Stage 1: “It would suck, if the sky fell!”
It starts with a simple thought.
Stage 2: “What if, the sky fell?”
Goes on to, imagining every possible scenario where the situation comes true. This stage triggers my skeptic and I question everything.
Stage 3: “I don’t want the sky to fall.”
This is where the fear really steps in. I become afraid of an outcome (however unlikely).
Stage 4: “I think the sky is going to fall.”
I try to convince yourself that the action is highly plausible.
Stage 5: “I know the sky will fall!”
I have successfully convinced myself that the sky (in this case) is coming for me, all guns blazing.
Stage 6: Waiting for the sky to fall…
The seemingly unending torture I put myself through before it all comes tumbling down.
Stage 7: “I told you, it was going to fall!”
Maybe I wanted the fear to materialise just to be right.
Lesson learnt: I made it happen.