Thats a very good list.

After i went no-contact with my mother, she was in the hospital a couple of times, and later she died (unrelated to the hospital stays). Each time - even at the wake - i was afraid of getting near her because i feared she would reach out and strike me, breaking my eyeglasses. Then i would be unable to get myself back home.

There had been a couple of times when i was growing up that she had struck me on the head. But most of the times she either ignored me or just pretended to listen to me talking about my day.

Anyway, i was surprised that this was my fear, but i held onto it - i didnt try to reason it away or otherwise bury it. I had the Charlie Brown football feeling too - maybe this time? But she had only ever shamed me (and my brother) and flaunted her upper hand - so i knew my fear was justified.

So yeah - feel your fears. Then courage is "doing it anyway", remember? Not an absence of fear.