What Are You Afraid To Blog About Today?

Whenever I scan my WordPress timeline I see a lot of courage. I see broken people talking honestly about their experiences. I see them being open about their flaws and weaknesses. I see a community supporting and encouraging one another through the healing process, one faltering step at at time. I see second, third and forty fifth chances being grasped and held onto for dear life. I see hope, grace and love.

I don’t see much egotism or honesty. There are very few shameless selfies and desperate appeals for likes or followers. I see no trolls or online bullies other than fellow bloggers sharing their past experiences of them. I see no drama but I see trauma. The trauma of life which has caused us to flee to this platform, pulling down the drawbridge behind us. We are besieged but we are together. We are strong.

It is unique and humbling to realise that through mutual brokenness we can unite, heal and rise stronger than ever before. These are the themes I am weaving throughout the book I am working on where a group of outcasts are drawn together to save a world that has turned its back on them. On their own they are nothing but united they become an entirely different proposition.

If you are staring at a blank screen today, wondering what to write about I want to encourage you to start typing. Write from the heart. Speak the truth, loud and clear. Exorcise the demons of shame and pain which are holding you back from who you were created to be. We want to hear your story and celebrate your achievements. In order to do that though you must overcome the fears that continue to drag you down.

Fear is a weed, a toxin, an alien lifeform that poisons our thoughts and actions. It restricts and it contorts. It is a master of disguise and it thrives upon its lies. Whispering them in your ear and your dreams day after day, night after night. It is an occupying force, an aggressor which will consume and subsume you to its treacherous will. It fights dirty. It will kick and scratch and bite. It knows no limits nor depths.

Fear cannot kill you but it can stop you from living. It can stifle and stymie potential and ambition, preventing you from becoming the person you were created to be. But do you want to know a secret? Fear has a weakness, an Achilles heel, that when exposed and exploited will bring it crashing to its knees. That weakness is YOU. Which is why it hates you so much and devotes so much energy towards destroying you.

You can conquer fear, overcome it and send it scurrying back to where it first crawled from. Fear is a bully. It hates to be confronted and exposed for the despicable coward it truly is. Stop running from it. Turn and face it. Raise your sword and strike it down dead in its tracks. Your sword is your story, your weapon the words within you that fear so wants you not to write. Your salvation is staring you in the face every time you stare in the mirror.

You are the superhero you’ve been waiting for all this time. We are a tribe that fear cannot breach. Today I encourage you to embrace the freedom that is fearlessness. Throw off the shackles and stride out of your cell. Live your life and not a life sentence. Expose your fears for what they are. Write about them. For you are not alone anymore. Fear can be conquered. The resistance starts today.

What are you afraid to write about?

Are you brave enough to write about your fears today?

Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 17 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

57 thoughts on “What Are You Afraid To Blog About Today?

  1. At first when I started writing I was afraid that my blogs are just too negative and show hopelessness due to which I even deleted some because I didn’t wanted to be seen as a whiny negative person but now I think I have started to let go of the fear and realized that maybe many people don’t see it as a negative blog and they understand why I write the way I do.

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  2. Ah, this is so lovely and so true. WordPress is probably the best social media site that exists. I often forget that it comes under the banner of social media because it is so different from the rest, and like you say, there is hardly anyone exercising their ego. I love the way people from all corners of the earth will get behind someone who lives thousands of miles away from them and encourage them to hold on and keep their head high. Thank you for yet another amazing post.

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  3. I’m afraid to write about myself! What would people say if they knew how I got to be where I’m at. People say to me all the time “you are so strong”
    “How do you turn your daughters suicide into helping so many?” They don’t know that about the struggles I went through, from ages 10-17 is what made me strong. At 21, I knew I was here for a reason and now I know why. Thanks you have given me a small push to be more open. 💕

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  4. This message is so timely and something I really needed. There are a lot of times that I’m afraid to write about my struggles about my past hurts because I’m afraid of what people will think of me. Those times when I have pushed past the fear to write from the heart, I’ve realized that its not only healing to myself but it’s healing to those who read it. There are so many hurting people and they feel as if they are alone in their pain but when we write from the heart and a place of love, it lets people know that they are not alone in their pain and there is hope. Thank you, again!


  5. A year ago, I was afraid to start the blog, because I was worried about what others would say. Then I started thinking about what could I write about. Writing has always been a passion of mines. I never thought I was good enough. But when God gives you a gift, he requires you too use it. So I took a leap of faith and began writing. But I found I was writing just to fit into the norm of other bloggers. My blog has evolved a lot from what I originally planned. I’ve met some wonderful people along this journey. So now when I write I just grab what’s from the heart, I want to somewhat inspire others to be the best version of themselves the way God sees them! ❤️


  6. I tried to write about my anxiety. I did write a few posts, with the intent on doing a whole series. It got a great response but the one unexpected negative, it started triggering my anxiety. I had a horrible few months after that, and I can’t go back to 140 150 bpm ALL day, every day. So, I’ve laid that dog back to rest. I’ll just keep posting the Bible verses :):) Maybe it can be revisited later but right now apparently, I was not ready 🙂

    I do agree about our blogging community. It is one of the best I have ever seen. I try to encourage others who talk about what they have gone through because a HUGE help is to just know you are not the only one going through what you are going through. I feel that is a trick of the old evil one that keeps people from seeking help because they feel they are “crazy” but when they see someone else describing what they are going through, it gives you hope. Not because others are suffering but because you aren’t crazy, or weak, or worthless, or all the other things you might think that you are because of what you are experiencing.


      1. It’s chemical, so they tell me. It’s not due to trauma, so it creeps up when it wants. Hahaha of course the only trauma I have is the anxiety episodes 🙂 Mine is kind of a stump for them because it doesn’t just come on over a 20 to 30 minute span, peak for an hour or 2 then subside. It just comes on and stays for as long as it wants. They get concerned when it’s been days and my heart is a constant 140 to 150 bpm. They say the body can’t be under that kind of constant stress, and not start shutting down. Then depending how long it last, a day, week, month determines how long it takes for my body to recover from that stress. But it has been less, and less the closer I get to God. Short of that episode last fall when I was writing about it, it’s not every day any more. I don’t wake up feeling like I am running a marathon :):) I appreciate your kind words, and support 🙂


  7. I consider myself a Christian Writer because the Word of God is sprinkled throughout my story, and it’s Christian Values that guide my central character. That said, he lives and works in a very Gray world. he’s a detective, and he deals with some of the worse elements of society. At the same time, even those he considers allies have their issues or orientations that are at opposite what he believes in. For example, he has one very good friend who’s Gay. He doesn’t walk away from that friend, but instead strengthens his friendship by telling him, “Well, we made a pledge between all of us that we’d always be there for each other, no matter what. You’re still always welcome at my fire.”

    But the hard part is facing up to his own pains. In two very confrontational scenes, all the requirements have been met for the use of deadly force. Yet he doesn’t. Here’s part of that conversation between him and his Pastor:

    Pastor Morgan nodded. “I was hoping you’d say something like you did.” I noticed he’d picked up a couple of loose stones in the dirt, and was laying them out. “There is something I need to ask you,” he said. “And you need to stop and think about it.”
    “Go on,” I said.
    He looked up at me from under the brim of his hat. “You’ve been involved in two incidents the last six or seven months where you could have used deadly force, but didn’t. Why didn’t you?”
    I blinked. It wasn’t a question I was expecting. In a shooting situation, the question asked is why you shot the guy. You have to explain the use of deadly force.
    But few people question why you let someone live.
    “I had the upper hand,” I said.
    He cocked his head, and I noticed the women were listening carefully. “Did you, now,” he said. “I’ve read the reports and talked to people. Pam from Sanford. She’s an old friend, too. We ran into her at a rodeo, and I talked to her about it. She said you were first in to hit the door. She was right behind you. She said the guy was turning towards you with a loaded weapon. You vaulted across a bed and knocked him down like you were a sacking a quarterback.”
    “The guy was half blinded by the gas. The odds were on my side.”
    “So, what you’re saying is just because he couldn’t see to aim, that he was incapacitated.”
    “Was he? He’d already shot at you twice. Once in the alley, and once when you guys kicked the door in. And let’s not forget,” he said, holding up a finger. “The man had murdered his wife in a room full of people. It happened right there in front of your wife.”
    I looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.
    “There was nothing to say he couldn’t have just started squeezing the trigger till he ran empty. Good chance one of those rounds might have caught you, or part of your team. And those flak jackets you guys used wouldn’t have stopped it. He was still deadly, and he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison.”
    I looked over at Jewell. I could tell on her face that Pastor was pursuing a line of questioning that neither one of us had considered.
    “Go on,” I said.
    “And how about El Pedrito,” he said. He was putting the pebbles in a shape that resembled where cars and people were on the night we took him down. “The paper said he was taken down after shots were fired. It said that he’d fired on you guys, and the worse that happened was his windows got shot out.”
    “He surrendered the minute they fired,” I said.
    He nodded. “And you had him covered with a Colt 45. You had him sighted in center mass. And yet . . .” He paused, holding a finger up before I could object. Then he went on, ” … .and yet, you never pulled the trigger.”
    “He surrendered right away,” I said. I didn’t sound very convincing. I knew where he was going.
    “Will, are you sure that’s why the other guy is alive awaiting trial, and why El Pedrito died in prison? Why didn’t you shot them? You’d have been perfectly justified if you had. The one guy killed his wife, shot at your guys. El Pedrito raped a girl at gunpoint and had already fired on you. My understanding is the Rules of Engagement would have justified deadly force. You took them both alive.”
    I glared at him. “I thought as a Minister of the Gospel you would be against the killing of people.”
    He was for a second. “Oh, I am. The unnecessary killing of people. Most definitely. But in these two instances, you were under fire. Every other cop in the world would have killed them. Why didn’t you?”
    “I choose not to.”
    He nodded. “Listen to those words. I choose not to.”
    I shook my head. “Are you concerned with the choice I made?”
    He nodded. “I am,” he said, and then smiled. “Understand, I’m glad you choose not to kill them. But you’re getting ready to go into a big battle. Your adversary might as well be the Devil because she and the people associated with her won’t think twice about killing you.”
    “What are you saying, Pastor?” I asked.
    “What I’m saying, is can you honestly look over the barrel of a gun, sight in your adversary, pull the trigger and kill him or her,” he asked.
    I saw where he was going. I wanted to say, “Hell, yes, I can,” but the words wouldn’t come. I looked at Jewell, then Carol, and finally back at him.
    “I honestly don’t know,” I answered. The actual realization of what he was saying caused me to question myself. I tried to find some answer that would assure them all that I could. Instead, I gave an answer that was honest.
    “I don’t know,” I answered.

    These are the questions that most Christians never have to ask. I’m asking them.

    And asking them scares me because they’re questions most people won’t or can’t ask.


  8. “It is unique and humbling to realise that through mutual brokenness we can unite, heal and rise stronger than ever before. These are the themes I am weaving throughout the book . . . .”

    The same theme surfaced in my first novel, as expressed by the main male character: “I just wish she knew that if there were two persons, who were imperfect and they knew it, and they weren’t afraid to admit it – if those two persons cared enough about one another to lean upon one another, they’d be stronger together than they were separately – like a flying buttress and a cathedral wall” (illustrated here: https://wp.me/p30cCH-zN).

    Every person and life experience is unique, and yet, all broken hearts have so much in common. In my opinion, it’s evidence of our spiritual ‘siblinghood.’ And when we give our woes and weaknesses to God (as the saying goes, ‘a trouble shared is a troubled halved’), especially when we do so collectively, we access a source of even greater strength: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them” (Matthew 18:20).


  9. Your posts are so amazing and powerful. I’ll confess: I fear that I’ll never truly be able to blog/write as I’d like to, that I’m deluding myself and maybe it’s all for naught. Is Fear holding me back? Or Life? A combination perhaps? I shall mull on that. Thank you. 🙂


  10. I think it’s always a worry to write openly about my fitness and how pleased I am with my progress without people thinking I’m bragging. That’s what Instagram is for right? But if you are pleased with your progress should you be made to feel guilty for wanting to share it? The world we live in now has so many shameless selfies it’s taken the spotlight off when someone actually does achieve something, no one is interested or it’s seen as bragging. It’s always really hard to know what response you are going to get but you are right, its never negative on here.


    1. I don’t think you come across like that at all. You are very modest and always putting others in front of yourself. But I understand your point. I’ve scaled back on my running posts as I thought I was coming across like that as well.


      1. Thank you, that’s good to hear. It’s a tough one isn’t it? You want to share but don’t want people to think you are big headed. Keep posting about your running, I enjoy those posts and so does Scott!


  11. I have been journaling since I was very young. I have always taken time to write down my deepest darkest thoughts and feelings. However, I always kept them a secret. I would destroy the pages if I thought anyone may have seen me writing or knew where I kept my journal. I hid these thoughts from the world. I never believed anyone else felt the same way I did. This went on up until a month ago. Two months ago I began counseling to deal with a plethora of mental health illnesses due to the trauma I experienced growing up and others in adulthood. During this time, my counselor suggested a few TED Talks that discuss vulnerability, openness, and shame. These 2 videos, 40 minutes, changed my life forever! I opened up a small blog to start writing what I would normally keep in my journal. The response I had was overwhelming so I created my own site to share my experiences, my life story, with others because I wasn’t the only one.

    You hit the nail on the head when you talked about having a united community here. There are so many of us that keep our worst fears, shame, and vulnerabilities hidden from the world. We put on strong and brave faces everyday so no one thinks we need help. But when we open up ourselves to the world, the world welcomes us with open arms. Great post and great blog! I look forward to reading more from you!

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  12. I think it was Elizabeth Gilbert who said, “fear is boring”. That quote stuck with me. Fear keeps us from doing amazing things. And it’s predictable… You hide, you avoid, you stay quiet. Yep, boring stuff. Yet we all struggle with it. So it’s not always easy to overcome. Good reminders to all.


  13. Thanks a lot for this. There’s actually one that I want to write but holding my self back because I don’t know what the reaction will be. But the more I hold it, the more it burns inside me. It involves my experience with a church requirements for membership. I was asking God if should I go on writing it and lo and behold, this. Thanks and may God’s favor be with you.


  14. Wow. So inspiring! I wish more people would share their struggles; I think we would all feel much less lonely. Thank you for your words!


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