I cured my fears on my own. I just had to know what my fears were, and they were numerous. I was afraid of people, especially loud people. I was afraid of aggression on their part. I have an aggressive father, he yelled at me all my childhood, and I, as an adult, was afraid of even the quarrels of neighbors behind the wall. I put on headphones, turned on music, but it didn't help. I was afraid of contracting some terrible disease and listened to myself: "what - something stabbed? Is it cancer?". I was unsuccessfully treated by a psychotherapist, and I was constantly afraid that nothing would help me. It didn't help me!I felt sick, hopeless, I couldn't work because I had fears that I wouldn't be able to do the job. And fears of socializing at work. I had thoughts of not wanting to live, and I was looking for a way, because all life was unbearable. I didn't like my appearance either, and I periodically exhausted myself with diets. One very beautiful day in my life, a cousin was brought to me. Her mother had died, and I was an adult relative. There was no one else to take her to - my father was a drunk and aggressive.It was either me or the orphanage. I'm a kind person, and I didn't want my sister in an orphanage. But, my God, I'm a nobody who can't do anything. I can't be trusted with a teenager. I figured I'd give it a try, and if anything, my sister would run away from me. My sister arrived sad, crying after the death of her mother (my aunt). I was uncomfortable showing that I was anxious and depressed, so I started to play "confidence" in order to support the child a little. Later on, my self-confident image had to be abandoned. The child looked at me with wide-open eyes of hope and pleading for help with everything.I couldn't let her faith in me down. Somehow she had no doubt that I could do anything. I was ashamed to admit that I was anxious, sick, with a million fears. I cried secretly from her and tried to look confident in front of the baby.I realized that to be a mother (and in fact I had replaced her) was to be a "superhero". Every day with my child marked my fears, complexes and longings. I had to cook, clean, do laundry, sew clothes, overcome my fear of socializing in crowded places, I slept like an elephant because I was tired. I began to like my strong image, it "grew on me". My strong fears remained - of aggressive people, of quarrels.One day I went to pick up my sister from school and saw her being bullied by boys. Before, I would have cowered in fear at the conflict of others. In that moment, my outrage was so strong that I forgot about the fear. How could they even touch my sister?I didn't think about fear when I saw my sister crying. I don't know where I got the courage, but I screamed, chased the boys away, pushed them away from my sister. When it was over, I realized I was a different person. Something strong, confident. I saw the blood on my hand, and I realized I wasn't afraid of blood either. From that day on, my new life without fears began....