What am I so afraid of?

I believe we're not honest with ourselves or others about our fears. Why?

What do we have to lose by asserting what keeps us up at night? I'll start.

I'm ashamed of how I've behaved in the past towards other people and afraid that I'll behave the same way again.

I'm ashamed of the ideas I have that don't work, and I'm afraid that others will see me as a failure.

I'm ashamed of the decisions I made to leave school and choose music, and I am afraid that has pigeon-holed me as a person.

I'm ashamed when I'm not able to follow through on a commitment, and I'm afraid that that means that I can't.

I'm ashamed that I can't seem to forgive myself, and I'm afraid I never will.

What keeps me awake is a dangerous combination of shame and fear.

Why?