FEAR = False… Expectation… Appearing… Real.
It’s incredible how something that exists only in the mind can shape the course of an entire life. Fear can whisper, distort, exaggerate, and convince us that danger is everywhere, even when the truth is far gentler.
Years ago, a friend introduced me to a wonderful man. I didn’t know he was wonderful at the time. What I had heard was that he liked a drink, and that was enough to send my whole system into alarm.
My Father drank and when he did, he became angry, unpredictable, and difficult to be around. As a child, that kind of atmosphere leaves an imprint - a deep one. So when I heard this man enjoyed a drink, my mind didn’t see him. It saw my Father. It saw the past. It saw danger.
My fear stepped in and took over.
I walked away before I even gave him a chance. Before I allowed myself to get to know him. Before I explored what could have been a beautiful connection.
Why? Because fear told me a story and I believed it.
Was I afraid of getting hurt? Was I afraid of repeating the past? Or was I afraid of being truly happy, because that can feel frightening too?
Whatever the reason, I let him go. And it became one of the biggest regrets of my life.
It took nearly 15 years for me to see it clearly. By then, he had moved abroad, met someone, married, and built a family. I later read glowing comments about him on his LinkedIn profile of people describing him as kind, supportive, and a joy to work with.
And there I was, still single, still building my career, still holding the memory of a choice made from fear rather than truth.
This isn’t a lament. It’s a reminder.
Fear can rob us of opportunities, not just in love, but in every area of life. It can convince us that the past will repeat itself, that we’re not safe, that we shouldn’t take the risk. But fear is often a storyteller, not a truth‑teller.
If something doesn’t work out, you can walk away with your dignity and your lessons. But if you never give something a chance, you walk away with regret, and regret is far heavier than disappointment.
And the most ironic part? The man didn’t have a drinking problem at all. He drank socially, no more than anyone else. My fear had exaggerated everything.
Fear had created a false expectation that appeared real.
So let this be a gentle nudge: Don’t let fear make your choices for you. Don’t let old wounds dictate your future. Don’t let imagined danger steal real possibilities.
You deserve to explore, to try, to open the door, even if it feels scary.
Margaret Driscoll Cook
Hypnotherapist & Reiki Master Teacher
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