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Glass doors. Screens. ATMs. Tape. Glue. Phones. Windows.
For years, all of them triggered the same response: fear.
One of my strangest struggles was using tape at work. You can’t use it without leaving fingerprints—and that used to send my anxiety into overdrive. Not because I’d done anything wrong, but because trauma has a way of quietly rewiring the brain.
I wasn’t always like this.
After my divorce, my ex stalked me. One incidence that I can share: He broke into my home repeatedly, watched through windows, tampered with the house, and followed me everywhere. One afternoon, I walked into my kitchen and found him inside. He fled wearing surgical gloves. The officer who arrested him told me plainly, “That man would eventually kill you.”
That kind of fear doesn’t disappear overnight. It burrows in and resurfaces later in unexpected ways—like fingerprints on tape.
But understanding the why changed everything.
Once I connected the dots, I realized the fear no longer served a purpose. It was born out of survival—but I’m no longer surviving. I’m healing. I’m safe. And I’m in control.
Fear doesn’t get to dictate my life anymore. I choose power, clarity, and peace. Every day
