Even though you are immortal spirit and you can never die and you will and are living forever in an endless sea of eternal life, you believe that you are set to die and to inevitably meet some kind of end.
Even though God loves you absolutely and unconditionally and universally and constantly, being incapable of stopping loving you for any reason whatsoever, you still believe that you've done a bunch of shitty stuff that prove why God finds you unworthy and that you cannot be loved.
Even though there is absolutely no threat or danger or reason to be afraid about anything because you're absolutely perfectly protected in God's heart and immersed in permanent invulnerability, you still believe you're some kind of frail, weak, vulnerable and infectious blight that should be riddled with disease and suffering.
You are immortal spirit, pretending to be mortal.
You are perfectly safe, pretending to be afraid.
You are absolutely loved, pretending to be unworthy.
You are completely whole, pretending to be broken.
It's a funny game, the immortal Son of God is playing, acting as if it's really true that you are no longer the Son of God.
Nothing has changed. Nothing has happened. You haven't stopped being as God created you.
The cat is out of the bag. Meow!