I release all my fear around money.

Some of the fear is not yours. It belonged to a parent who lived through something you did not, and it was handed over intact, without the circumstances that once made it sensible.

Which is why an adult with four months of rent in the bank can still switch off lights behind people, flinch at the price of a taxi, feel physically unable to buy the better one. The balance changed. The alarm system was never updated.

Releasing it starts with working out whose it is. A fear inherited from somebody who genuinely could not afford the electricity deserves respect. It also does not have to be obeyed.