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I'm so scared. So tremendously afraid. This is quite possibly the scariest time I've yet faced--not a terrifying momentary startle, or minutes of sheer terror. This is that gut-wrenching nervousness and anxiety that isn't directly attributable to any one source (and therefore not directly actionable against), but which nonetheless weighs and preys upon the mind whenever it is given adequate time to slow or rest. It lurks in the corners and recesses, ever-present but rarely recognized or acknowledged. And when it is acknowledged--what then? I can do nothing for it. I feel unable to do anything, like a child--ironic, since it is the leaving behind of childhood (its security and familiarity) that triggers much of this agitation.
Please, help me! ...but of course, you can't. It can't be helped. It is what it is, and there's no escaping.
I'm so scared.
Please, help me! ...but of course, you can't. It can't be helped. It is what it is, and there's no escaping.
I'm so scared.