We can’t will it away, or force it to leave by ignoring it. Pushing through can be useful, some times.
But, witnessing… Witnessing fear. Being the witness without judgement. Honoring myself, my feelings, and my response to the world; not engaging; just witnessing.
I take a sigh of relief, now separated from what felt like the power of the fear. The only power it had was that I gave it by holding onto it, or fighting it. In my silent witness, it is only a passing cloud like all other clouds.