Hope vs Fear
Where does being cautious end and the fear begin? I've been broken , then mended and then broken again more times then I care to count in my adult life so I, for good reason, have a very cautious outlook on life. When I was in my teenage years I would love without thinking. I forgave without being asked and trusted when others would run. Where did that girl go? I know that it's wise to guard yourself from hurt. What I'm struggling with is when does it turn from guarding to a coping mechanism based out of fear? I'd love to end this post with what I've learned and have grown through this but that's just not going to happen at this point so we'll just call this post Part 1.
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