Sometimes we're so accustomed to seeing ourselves as one thing, that what's on the other side feels too uncomfortable. The comfort zone may feel like quicksand, but it feels soft, pillowy and safe too. We're also not taught to take care of ourselves and our emotions, and we don't know how to be vulnerable.
I'm at the top of my game, orchestrating a flowing and rich class discussion. Suddenly, I feel a wave of weakness spreading from my head into my chest and thighs. I tell the students to keep talking, while I find a seat. They are looking at me confused. I try to revive the discussion, but I'm even struggling to speak myself.