I get so scared sometimes. Do you? Yes. Why? I don’t know.
I have these moments where I get so afraid…
And suddenly homework can barely be concentrated on, food has no taste, words seem to hollow out, and I cannot think. Always in the back of my mind–or perhaps in the back of my heart–there is this feeling of fear and panic that threatens to take me. Not fear like a huge, tsunami-type wave that will crash down on my head. But fear like a constant tide, coming, inevitable, always.
It used to be this way with restlessness, but these days I feel more afraid than restless. Less like I can’t catch my breath and more like I am scared to breathe in the first place. Like something is wrong, like the calm before the storm, only I can’t place it…I can’t place it.
I’ve been feeling like this all day, trying to appear normal and keep down this rising tide. I don’t know why I feel so afraid. I don’t know why something that feels very similar to panic is shadowing me. I just know that I feel this way and I am scared of feeling scared.
And with the fear comes loneliness so strong I wish I did not have to feel in the first place. Who in the world can explain how and why I feel the way I do when I can’t? How could I explain this to someone? And how can they comfort me if they can’t understand me?
My thought these days have been like a kite on a too-windy day, thrashing outside of my ability to control. Dark thoughts, thoughts that terrify me. Not constantly overwhelming, just present enough to re-frighten me every few hours. How I wish shutting my eyes actually kept out the darkness. An instinctive reaction, the reaction of a child, and a reaction that does nothing to help.
Is it dramatic to say that I feel haunted? Not in the sense that a ghost is chasing me, but haunted all the same. As if something cold and dark is hovering near me, enough that I can sense it but too far away to grasp. I have nightmares, if not consistently than also not rarely. And if not nightmares, dreams where I am afraid all the same. Dreams of people leaving me. Or dreams of people hurting me. Sleep that is not restful.
More than anything else, no matter how unrealistic or child-like the desire, I want to feel Jesus’s arms around me, feel his closeness, his solid comfort, and hear him say, “It’s alright. You’re fine, Rachel. I’m here, and I’m not going to let you go. I love you, don’t be afraid.” I want to feel his love, to feel it so completely that I will never doubt it again. I want to hide under his strong presence and find comfort in his arms and feel the fear melt away. I want to stop feeling afraid. I want to stop feeling lonely. I want to experience Jesus so tangibly, now in this time of darkness more than any other time in my life. I want it so badly.
“Did you ever know loneliness? Did you ever know need?
Do you remember just how long a night can get?
When you are barely holding on, and your friends fall asleep
And don’t see the blood that’s running in your sweat
Still I’m so scared I’m holding my breath.
While you’re up there just playing hard to get.”