I can’t remember the author, but she told about how frightened she was, all the time, as a child. The problem was monsters. They were under her bed and in her closet. She went through elaborate rituals to hide from them and to keep them at bay. It exhausted her. All she did was deal with the unseen monsters. Finally, it became too much, and one day she said, “If they get me, they get me.” She just went on with her life. They never got her.
Fear takes a lot of work, trying to hide from the monsters, trying to keep them behind closed doors. Better just to get on with life. If the monsters show up, deal with them, but don’t waste time and energy on monsters that aren’t really there.