I'm terrified of hospitals. I'm terrified of what can happen in them, afraid someone will take me to one against my will (again), and afraid of what the people can do inside them.
I need to work through a specific event that happened to me while I was inpatient in 2006, but I don't know if this is an appropriate venue for that fear. It's deeply personal what happened, and I don't really know how to work through it.
But anyway. I don't know why I decided to read this book now. It's been highly recommended to me for many years because for as long as I can remember, I have feared that darkness. Anyway, out of the growing stack of books I have queued, this was the lucky one. It's going to be quite the journey.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from
dangers but to be fearless in facing
Let me not beg for the stilling of
my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life's
battlefield but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to
be saved but hope for the patience to
win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a
coward, feeling your mercy in my
success alone; but let me find the grasp
of your hand in my failure.
~Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit-Gathering