this post is weird. hard to explain and will probably be a bit all over the place, but bear with me as i bear my soul and share a bit of my journey. i was never a fearful girl. i kinda always thought life was an amazing journey that was full of risks. i lived by the motto that God was in control and that was that. then that all changed. kind of overnight, but then not really. or i should say, it changed but i didn't grasp it. when i first got sick in november of 2010 it started with feelings of passing out. i never did, but the fact that 3 -4 times i'd waiver in a store and grip whatever was nearest was enough to start building fear. i would almost panic going into a store. as the dizzyness built it just got overwhelming. and that is what i thought it was - pure overwhelmnant (pretty sure that isn't a real word). then fear gripped me about a variety of things: ...i was sure i had blood clots in my legs that would kill me at any moment. ...i was also sure i had a brain tumor...