I have wrestled with this question for years. Before I had my first panic attack I was literally afraid of nothing. I know that sounds hard to believe but it is true. It is in my nature to not be afraid. But its hard not to feel like a coward when you are afraid of the sky. Something that is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I think that thinking of yourself as a coward is wrong. Its is negative self talk and will just make you feel worse. I won't lie, I have hung out in circles (cage fighters) that would consider all of us cowards. To a lot of people you should be afraid someone robbing you or raping you or killing you. Or things like tornado's and earthquakes. If it is not a tangible threat to you than it can't hurt you, anything else in just in your head, get over it. These people just don't get it. The mind is a complex thing it can turn a good life into hell, and hell into a good life. Usually people that think the way I just mentioned aren't quite as smart as we are and don't care about anything other than themselves. They have no empathy for others. Its easy to not be afraid when you have a narrow mind that is focused on self gratification. Its a lot harder when you think and care about things and others. Just remember that our problems can be a two edged sword. A lot of us can get a lot of fulfillment out of doing the simple things that are challenging for us, that others take for granted. This means that while they are bored with say going to the supermarket, some of us will take that a personal victory and be jazzed all day after they do it. Try and think positive.
yup exactly.Coward. Coward is a word I've used to describe myself many times over the last 5 years. That was my initial "diagnosis," that I was just a coward, that I could be doing things but wasn't, because I was a coward. I can't speak for everyone else, but I can for myself when I say I think I still am. Maybe I just have a strong internal locus of control, but I don't there is anyone or anything to blame for me being the may I am but myself. I remember making a conscious decision to talk less. I don't have any strong physical symptoms holding me back, other then shyness which isn't abnormal on the surface or in a physical sense. This leaves me as the only one stopping me from doing things, talking, taking risks, venturing into the unknown. I can try to explain it as an elaborate puzzle with a lot of pieces that contribute to the final product, but when I look at the puzzle put together, I see what the problem at hand appears to be; I'm constantly conflicted on whether I should do something and risk screwing up, embarissing myself, being imperfect (in a sense) or not, laying back staying in my safe, boring zone. Whenever I pick the latter, it just seems cowardly, I didn't do something for the sole reason that I was afraid of what may happen.