There are days when I am afraid to live. Afraid of the future. Afraid of good things coming to an end. Afraid of the dark, of death, of life. Afraid of the need to put myself out there. Afraid to get out of bed.
In these moments I worry. That I'll be a prisoner of my fears. Worry and fear mixed with overthinking is a bad recipe altogether.
I close my eyes and hope these fears and worries will go away. That daytime will remind me that it is beautiful and exciting to live.
