There was something, when we were a child, when we were younger that made us feel afraid. Gave rise to our fears. Maybe we got embarrassed, singled out, made to feel like we’re not good enough, different. The panic, anxiety, stress in the pit of the stomach, the emptiness and isolation. Rejected and separated, no longer part of the group. Now on the outside looking in. So different. So alone. So rejected. How do I get back in? Is that feeling still with us as an adult. Is that fear still real. What things have we done to make sure that fear never comes back to the surface.