Words and Beliefs

I realized that when I write, I fear being criticised. I fear that my words will be read, analyzed, scrutinized, and that people will find faults, fallacies, or errors of some kind. And that this will reduce the credibility of what I say. The reputation of my expression. The believability of my voice. I have carried this fear for some time now. It has kept my expressions terse, my filters thick, and my expression mostly unavailable to the public. It is afraid of being torn down. It is afraid of being proven false. It is afraid of contrary opinion, particularly of the kind that will rightfully prove me wrong.

Wait... prove me wrong? Is that the frightful scenario in my scenario? Because as I wrote it, I realized that no criticism can prove me wrong. Nothing can prove me wrong. I exist and the universe supports my correctness through my existence. What would actually be proven wrong, in that feared scenario, is not me, but my expression.

And is my expression me? Hahaaaa, that's a worthy question. I have often believed that. Perhaps not that my expression IS me, but something even sharper. That in my expression is where my worth lies. And that if my expression is proven wrong, then what I cherish and hold of value within myself is unworthy. Ah. That feels true. That I believed that what could be criticised and deemed unworthy is me because I held the belief, and not the belief itself. But I am not my beliefs. I am me. And that is all.