#humanfear

Some fears are easy to admit.

Spiders. Heights. Public speaking.

But the deepest fears?

They live quietly inside us. Unspoken. Hidden behind smiles, routines, and “I’m fine.”

Today, let’s talk about the fears most people carry — but rarely say out loud.

1. The Fear of Being Forgotten

Not just dying.

But being erased.

That one day, no one will say your name.

No one will remember your laugh.

No one will tell your story.

This fear sits beneath many choices we make — building careers, families, legacies, social media profiles, and memories.

We want proof that our life mattered.

SEO keywords: fear of being forgotten, fear of death, legacy anxiety, human existence, emotional psychology

2. The Fear of Being Truly Alone

Not physically alone.

Emotionally alone.

Surrounded by people… yet unseen. Unheard. Ununderstood.

This fear drives:

staying in unhealthy relationships

tolerating disrespect

avoiding honesty

scrolling endlessly for connection

Because silence can be louder than crowds.

SEO keywords: fear of loneliness, emotional isolation, fear of abandonment, mental health awareness

3. The Fear of Losing Someone You Love

Loss changes people.

Not loudly at first.

But slowly — in how they sleep, how they speak, how certain songs suddenly hurt.

Most people don’t fear death for themselves.

They fear the phone call.

The empty room.

The name that becomes painful to say.

SEO keywords: fear of loss, grief anxiety, losing loved ones, anticipatory grief, emotional trauma

4. The Fear of Not Being Enough

Not smart enough.

Not attractive enough.

Not successful enough.

Not lovable enough.

This fear disguises itself as:

perfectionism

overworking

people-pleasing

self-sabotage

We chase validation hoping it will quiet the question:

“Am I enough?”

SEO keywords: fear of failure, self worth issues, imposter syndrome, low self esteem

5. The Fear of Wasting Your Life

One day you wake up.

And realize time moved faster than you did.

Dreams postponed.

Passions delayed.

Words unsaid.

This fear grows louder with age — but it lives in young hearts too.

It whispers:

“You’re running out of time.”

SEO keywords: fear of wasting life, regret anxiety, quarter life crisis, midlife crisis, purpose of life

6. The Fear of Being Truly Known

We want love.

But we fear being seen.

Our flaws.

Our thoughts.

Our contradictions.

Because if someone knows the real us…

What if they leave?

So we curate ourselves. Edit ourselves. Protect ourselves.

And call it safety.

SEO keywords: fear of vulnerability, fear of intimacy, emotional walls, trust issues

Why We Don’t Talk About These Fears

Because they make us feel:

weak

dramatic

broken

exposed

So instead, we say:

“I’m busy.”

“I’m okay.”

“It’s nothing.”

But inside?

It’s everything.

You’re Not Strange for Feeling This

If you’ve felt even one of these fears…

You’re human.

You’re not fragile.

You’re not failing.

You’re aware.

And awareness is where healing begins.

Final Thought

The fears we hide are often the ones that connect us the most.

Because behind every silent struggle…

Is someone hoping they’re not alone in feeling it.

And now you know:

There were still traces of blood underneath his fingernails and thus he decided to paint them a dark shade of black to conceal it before he went outside. Once outside he noticed how the golden light of sunset blanched the streets a deep orange. It wouldn't be long now before the vampires here came out to prey on humans in bars or clubs. He secretly hoped that with that little scent of blood his fingers spread he would attract them, knowing that they probably would try to pick a fight with him for his.. differences.

Pieces of music escaped several places throughout the city as their doors opened and closed and he was wondering where he should go tonight when suddenly he heard two heated voices having a quite passionate conversation. The lampposts lit up rather empty streets quite good, so it was easy to spot a small group of five humans getting closer to a fight every second. He kept in the shadows as he closed in to them without a sound.

"It's not your place to tell me what to do Neal! You're not my father!" The person called Neal, a quite tall, blond haired young man sighed as he said with a softer voice than the first person. "Look, Jason, I'm just trying to look out for you and I know for a fact that there are strange things in that place." Jason scoffed and turned to his friend and said with annoyance dripping from his lips. "You hear that, he's a fucking chicken. Come on let's just go." Neal sighed and decided to give up walking back inside of the bar they stood in front of and probably came out of before that.

When Jason and his friend started to come his way he stepped out of the shadows and blocked their paths. "Hello boys~" He wiggled his fingers at them causing them to raise their eyebrows in surprise. "What do you want?" Jason said in his earlier example of rudeness. "I couldn't help but overhear you and Neal's.. discussion." He smiled at this his straight white teeth almost glowing in the dark. "What? You're eavesdropping on strangers?" He chuckled and moved so quick that his body turned to a blur. He snapped his companions neck and before he dropped to the floor he held Jason's and pressed him against a wall. "Neal was right you know. There are strange things out there. Dangerous things, like me."

A loud scream cut through the silence of the seemingly peaceful city as he began to drain him. Blood ran from Jason's neck over his shoulder. chest and back and over Blain's chin. When people came rushing out of the dinner to have a look there were just two limp bodies on the floor, one with a broken neck but one deeply sleeping or so it seemed. He passed out but was still breathing however and the peoples screams and shouts were even audible six blocks away where he made his way through a dark alley.

A whistle caught his attention and he turned around seeing a quite pale young man standing in the alleyway looking at him with cold, empty eyes. "You're that daywalker aren't you?" He said without beating around the bush. Blain's eyebrow rose and he asked curiously. "Do you really think you, a mere fledgeling can take me?" Laughs, more than one then were audible when he said that and there were more vampires now surrounding him, six perhaps. It was clear that they were young from the way they behaved and one suddenly shouted. "Isn't this the abomination the king mentioned?" One of the others pointed at him and said with rage in his tone. "This bad-blood bastard was sentenced to die right? So let's get him and the reward! He can't take all six of us. No matter how old he is!" Blain spread his arms as if welcoming them home and said with a tired yet amused voice. "Let us commence."

When the vampires started to move so did he, he was much faster and stronger than these younglings that one of their cute little faces rested in his cold hand already. When their eyes met he winked and slammed his head into a wall making it's skull crack. While its owner collapse to the ground just to stand up in an hour after regenerating he spun toward the other vampires that approached him and they succeeded in grabbing both his arms to hold him in place. A third vampire thrusted a stake toward his heart but he spun making him pierce on of his friends hearts and killing him. His now free right arm pierced through the other vampire holding his left arm's stomach forcing him to let go. The sixth and fifth vampire rushed toward him but he decided that would be better to leave and so he spun and left them behind him taking of his ruined shirt as soon as he hit the edge of the city making his way through the woods beside it. He knew there were creatures here that vampires liked to avoid and thus that he would be safe here. Not that most of them posed a real threat but there were a handful that could cause him trouble which he rather avoided.

Pushing his dark brown hair out of his face he sat down against a tree and his icy blue eyes looked around to ensure his safety before he closed them and chuckled. Even after more than three-hundred years the vampires did not leave him alone and it had been about a century since he killed random humans on the street like he did not too long ago. He couldn't help but feel good, he enjoyed the vampires their jealousy and the human's their fear which gave their blood a little bit of a bitter taste as if to taint it. The human blood still pumping through him made him feel rather good about himself and hunger for more. However unlike three centuries ago he did not utterly exsanguinate humans anymore. They were a greater cause now, not just blood bags but they should also repopulate to make sure his food did not deplete utterly.