Huh. I was talking to a friend, and she had a freak-out over her fear of developing illnesses of any sort. I’d told her she had a short memory (meaning she’s not one to hold a grudge), and she said something like, “Don’t say that! I need my memory to work well!” And out came the anxiety. Oops.
I tried to explain the metaphorical meaning behind my words, and then I tried to put her mind at ease, but anxiety can be a vicious beast.
One thing I believe is that the universe bends over backward to prevent whatever we’re afraid of from happening to us. Is there a guarantee that, if you’re afraid of X, then X will never happen to you? No. It probably can’t be guaranteed. But what I sense is that the universe and all of our higher guides do everything they can to prevent something from happening that would genuinely terrify us.
My sense is that if Y number of people need to experience X bad thing happening (I’m getting algebraic here), then the universe distributes Y cases of X to Y number of people who aren’t terrified of it happening to them.
For example, I guess that Y number of people need to have accidents that land them in the ER, or else the healthcare industry would tank. (Just bear with me on this. It makes sense in my head.) So those accidents happen to people who won’t be unduly traumatized because their worst fear came to pass.
Of course, there’s also the element of increased safety if you’re that afraid of something. But I think this also applies to diseases, which can be harder to prevent. Like, I’m schizophrenic, and before I became schizophrenic, it didn’t scare me as a possibility. You know what did scare me? (And still does?) Meningitis. Now that’s some scary [bleep]. And any disabling physical illness that would land me in the hospital scared me, because I’m terrified (rather irrationally, perhaps) of doctors and nurses staring at my naked body. What do you know? With schizophrenia, you needn’t even take off your clothes to see the psych doc, so it’s all good.
You see what I mean? Whatever happens to us is usually something we can tolerate without being terrified that our worst nightmare is coming true. It just doesn’t seem to pass that way. Whatever you’re most afraid of in a phobic sense, on some level, your guardian angels sense it and try to protect you from experiencing it. That’s what I believe.
Of course, I’m highly medicated. If I were to go off my meds, my beliefs would change drastically, and I’d become scared and anxious, among other things. But that might be irrelevant to my argument. Not sure. Hmm… It’s just what I observe, though. Remember that advice column I blogged about a while back, about the woman with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease), which is a scary-as-hell disease, but all she was concerned about was her inactive sister? That’s exactly what I mean. Some people live in fear of ALS, but those people don’t get it. The people who get it are people who are steadfast enough to not feel terrified by their own diagnosis. And that’s a thing of beauty. Although her letter upset me because she was judging her sister, it also brought me comfort because it supported my worldview, inasmuch as I’ve described it here.
Oh, gotta run! It’s time to walk the puppy.