Fear, man.
It fixates us.
Threatens us when we try to process it. “You want more of the same?! Come here you little…”
And like any unprocessed content, it ties up our energy and weighs us down. Uselessly occupies bandwidth.
Working through pain and noxiousness. It always seems like it may last forever. Then it doesn’t.
When it is worked through, suddenly we have more energy, because that energy is no longer being spent on keeping those parts of us frozen and non-responsive.
Anyway. To echo a wise man: