One of the many things I did not like about living in so much fear and confusion was the sense that I had lost myself. I did not really understand why I was doing what I was doing. I was hiding my fear in other people, and in much chaos and confusion. I was putting a lot of thing between the fear and me.
  Fear wants a place to go and makes you hide, and takes on a life of its own, and you can be living for it in a flash, and never even know it. And you can get lost in it.
  For the past few years, I have been working hard to get my life back, and get myself back. Some days I am close, and in some ways I know that I will never completely get there, and in some sense I know that I can get there some of the time. I don’t really know how much.
  I see it as a powerful and simple equation. The less I live in fear, the more of my life I can live. This morning, I got up and walked with the dogs, and talked to Maria, and I had this powerful sensation that I was getting myself back. It was an overwhelming sensation. I listened to the rustling leaves, and saw the yellow and blue sky emerge overhead, and nodded to the Gods of the morning, and I said to myself, I was lost. Perhaps I can be found.