#185: WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WORST FEAR HAPPENS

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WORST FEAR HAPPENS. EPISODE #185 In this week’s episode of #ConfidenceOnTheGo we’re chatting about: * What to do when your worst fear happens to you – and I’m going to share just that – what I did and how I recovered and transitioned from victim to victor when my worst fear happened to me * How to cling to hope when your heart is damaged, drained or broken through 5 specific action steps * The strategy I use know to re-label fear so that I can make friends with fear and let go of past traumatic experiences or disappointments. Just a quick hello to all of my Keep the Faith listeners out there – thanks for being part of the community of contagious encouragement. SPONSORSHIP NOTE: I am proud to be an educator and consultant for Beautycounter, a B-Corp company on a mission to get safer products into the hands of everyone.   The lack of regulation in the personal care and cosmetic industry is astounding and it is harming our health in very serious ways. We need more voices to join up on our mission. If you want to put your passion to purpose while being generously compensated, then I would love to start a conversation with you about what it means to be involved in the #saferbeauty tribe that is Beautycounter. Join the movement of #betterbeauty and message me via email to make your voice really resonate for a cause.  Shop and join the movement at www.beautycounter.com/trishblackwell MY STORY: THE DAY WHEN THE WORST FEAR OF MY LIFE HAPPENED.  I came to with a sharp stinging in my throat. Trying to open my eyes I blinked forcefully, trying to make sense of my disorientation and of the darkness around. The room was stuffy; a dim yellowish light lit the far back corner, giving the room an eerie, dirty feel. The air tasted stale and cold. Screams had woken me up; they had actually been my own screams but it took me a prolonged breathed to know it. Drugged to unconsciousness the effects were wearing off and I reentered the world with a foggy brain. In my confusion I felt the pressure of a person on top of me. He had strong hands and they were wrapped around my throat, compressing it and causing internal lacerations. The stinging in my throat made sense now. I tried to move but felt paralyzed, my arms held down at the wrist and my body weighted by his. I had never felt so helpless or frozen – the immobility scared the hell out of me. From fear turned to shock and from shock to a fight for survival. Sobs punctuated my screams and I searched for safety. I had no idea where I was or how I got there and I had no idea who this man was who was hurting me. All I knew is I was powerless, voiceless and in pain. He was good-looking, fit and had a distinctive tattoo. That tattoo – those inked lines of barbed wire bled together in a blur branded into my memory.  The sharp stabbing in the lower half of my body got worse and more intense. Gasping for breath I saw tiny stars and wondered with intense clarity if I was living out my last hour. I was living a nightmare, feeling it in full and fearful I would never wake up. Rage fired up in me. It overtook my fear and it numbed the pain and with superhuman force, I forced my body into convulsions. Matched with the highest shrieks for help I could muster with my lungs, I committed to creating as much of a scene and as much sound as possible, not knowing if it would help or if anyone would hear, but in desperation that there had to be someone somewhere close by. It turns out I was right. My attacker had taken me to a seedy motel and the chaos I was creating was about to create a problem for him because though questionable in location, there were still enough witnesses around.