For most of my life, nearly 40 years, was trapped by fear. Emetophobia wasn’t just a fear; it was a prison. It dictated my every move, every decision, every moment. I avoided certain foods until it led to an eating disorder. I dodged social events, becoming an introvert by default. Every outing had to be meticulously planned, and every scenario had to be scrutinized to minimize the risk.

And then came motherhood, bringing with it a whole new level of fear.

I didn’t just live with anxiety; I lived in the future, constantly anticipating the worst. Fear stole my freedom, my confidence, and my joy.

I tried everything, rationalizing, pushing through, ignoring it. I saw countless therapists, spent hours in psychiatrists’ offices, and took endless prescriptions meant to numb the pain. But if I’m honest, they only left me more triggered, and the fear still held me captive.

There were days I felt utterly defeated, convinced I would never escape this endless cycle of panic and avoidance. But somewhere inside me, a part of me refused to surrender. I couldn’t accept that this would be my life forever.

For most of my life, nearly 40 years, was trapped by fear. Emetophobia wasn’t just a fear; it wa... Read More