And, I’m gonna bet it goes further back than you’re willing to look.

So, what’s keeping you from all those big dreams?

You’re so close to a breakthrough.

You haven’t gotten to know your fear, yet.

Fear doesn’t just drop from the sky.

So, just like all the best Disney movies, we need to flash back to the origin story of your fears so we can get the full picture. Only then we can move forward into the beauty of who we were meant to be.

And, in true Brave Fear fashion, I’ll never ask you to do anything I’m not willing to do myself...

I'm Brianne Wik

Founder of Brave Fear Coaching. I learned how to stop fighting my fears and instead reframe them for my good. I help teach others do the same.

Are you ready to stop fighting your fear?

Fear truly entered my life when I was 6 years old...

I'll go first...

Image: My mom at the bottom of our split-level staircase; my father standing over her, yelling in her face.



Sweet cautious fear stepped in to say,
“Not safe here! Must hide! Shrink! Disappear!”

… when I witnessed domestic violence for the first time.

It was in that moment that fear began to grip my heart.

This is my fear origin story.

It looked like inconsistency, as I was shuttled back and forth between Mom and Dad.

It looked like learning to adapt (read: conform + blend) to new homes, new people, new experiences.

It looked like losing myself for the tiny hope of love and validation, unsure if it was withheld because of what I did or who I was.

From this moment forward, fear paraded through my life with different masks on:

I mean, it’s more fun to imagine a beautiful girl singing and confiding in her mice than the reality: My father remarried, and I inherited a real-life evil step-mother.

Later, I would notice this as my keen sense to find--or manufacture--magic in just about anything. But, then? It was my effort to never see myself as a victim of child abuse. I was afraid that if I gave in to “victim” as my story, than “normal” could never be my story to tell.

I didn’t know yet how to write my own reality. I only knew how to absorb what was around me as truth.

The truth in that moment?

I could never be a “normal” kid at a sleepover, because I was gripped by extreme panic when it was time to go to sleep.
I could never be a “normal” kid eating a meal at the table, because I was so anxious I couldn’t even eat a bite of food.
I could never be a “normal” kid who wore fun clothes to express her personality, because my clothes barely stayed on my malnourished body.

It’s this point in the story that I like to imagine I turned into Cinderella.

Soon enough, the verbal, mental, emotional abuse turned into physical. Then, I not only had to hide the secret of my abuse, but I had to hide the bruises, too.

Thankfully, the daily, physical embodiment of my worst fears had an expiration date.

My father finally released his claim of custody, and returned me to my full-time mom. 

Living in fantasy-land was a nice idea...
… but it couldn’t quite kick the constant NOT SAFE message that my brain, body, and soul were flashing in me.

But, in true life-changing movie-style…

On that day, I was saved by God in a true miracle, and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

Like many cases with child services though, my case-holder quit their soul-sucking government job, and my case fell through the cracks--followed by due punishment and justice for what I experienced.

Now, for the first time in 6 years, I had complete freedom from abuse.

But, surprisingly, more than ever…
My fear fought against my newfound freedom.

Maybe you’ve felt it, too?
You finally get to choose the direction of your life,
you get to decide what your days, months, years look like,
but you seem even more paralyzed in freedom than you did when you were trapped?

My fear began to repeat those old narratives to keep me safe:

✘  stay small, love
✘  be careful, dear
✘  big dreams are never safe
✘  normal is not your story
✘  don’t stand out
✘  don’t try new things
make sure you know the outcome before you take your next step.

Stories of justice are never quite as sweet as complete REDEMPTION.

MY STORY DIDN’T END THERE.

Fear showed up like an overprotective best friend.

She told me exactly what to do.
She watched my every step.
She smothered me the minute I’d start to stumble or fall.

And, Brave Fear was born.

Safe
Easy
Secure
Known

I wanted to be Brave.

Fear alone had been my past,
but it didn’t have to be the whole story.

Scary
Unknown
Doubtful but...Hopeful

Two paths emerged:

Just like Ariel, I had the life I knew, the one that was comfortable and expected, but I wanted to be a PART of THAT (other) WORLD.

You know the one, right?

The one that feels free, fun, filled with possibility.

The one where you take BRAVE ACTION right alongside your fear.

The one that it seems like everyone else is basking in except you.

See? You know the one.

I wanted to pursue the things that brought me joy.

I didn’t want to be scared or frightened or small or insignificant.

I was tired of fighting my fear all the time.

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Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

Throughout my life Brave Fear has shown up as a different character throughout my story, 
but here are just a few. 

Do you recognize any?

The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

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The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

✘  Black hole

✘  Dark cloud

✘  Life-ending

✘  A warning sign

✘  Surviving

✘  Dreaming of better

✘  Hiding + shrinking

✘ Putting an imaginary mask over reality

Throughout my life Brave Fear has shown up as a different character throughout my story, 
but here are just a few. 

Do you recognize any?

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The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

✘  Joining a performing arts school and taking the stage in front of hundreds of people to sing a solo and dance choreographed routines for the first time.

✘  Entering myself into talent shows and actually winning money for my singing.

✘  Going for and becoming Student Body President at my High School, even though I had never been in student government before.

✘  Entering a pageant show and winning not only scholarship money for college but also the official title of Miss Congeniality. 

✘  Going to a college where I knew no one, in a new state and city I had never lived before.

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The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

Throughout my life Brave Fear has shown up as a different character throughout my story, 
but here are just a few. 

Do you recognize any?

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The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

✘  Recording two solo albums and pouring my heart, talent and money into them even if they didn’t make me a dime back.

✘  Quitting my day job to pursue my own career in entrepreneurship.

✘  Coaching amazing women past their blocks and into Brave Fear.

✘  Telling myself the hard truth and taking the brave action to pivot my business multiple times.

✘  Getting married and choosing a life of love and being seen instead of safety and staying hidden.

✘ Telling you this story right now.

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The Beginning 
(Fear without the Brave)

The Now
(Brave Fear Movement)

The Middle
(Brave Fear Beginnings)

So, I just started.

Fear became my favorite guide
instead of my forever roadblock.

Throughout my life Brave Fear has shown up as a different character throughout my story, 
but here are just a few. 

Do you recognize any?

Don’t you want to be     part of that world?

✨know (almost) every word to Disney animated songs (especially if they're from the 90's)
✨like to read morning affirmations to you in my turquoise robe
✨sing with my husband (in his Rock 'N Roll band)
✨speak on stages
✨run women's retreats in fun (and beautiful) places
✨quote "Gilmore Girls" like they drink coffee (which is way too often..)
✨sing along to the Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Oklahoma" soundtrack on every road trip
✨I am writing my very first novel
✨am a believer in God and believe in the power of prayer and love

I’ve transformed from Cinderella herself into
The Brave Fear Fairy Godmother

I help you navigate and understand your fear…

… but I also:

sing with me now ...

... they left out that part of the story, didn’t they?

YOU are BRAVE FEAR

And… guess what.
It feels like that world

the one that feels free, fun, full of the possibility that comes when you take brave action right alongside your fear.

Spoiler Alert: I could’ve been living there the whole time, I just had to decide to flip the script and claim who I was instead of letting someone else name it for me.


So now, I’m the un-stucker, the safari tour guide to your true potential, the mindset-pixie-dust who’s gonna get you flying past those old patterns.

Your story may not look like mine,
but you do have your own.

Let’s start digging and uncover it together.

and you’re about to be exactly who you were made to be - you’re gonna LOVE IT.

The Not-So-Secret Stuff?

Want to know more of my deepest secrets?

Start your binge-listening of the Brave Fear Podcast with this one.

My anxiety journey: Part 1

Here’s everything you need to know.

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