Dear Fear, take my hand!

Dear Fear, take my hand!

You were here since I can remember and it seems like you are going to stay, although, to be sincere I am not such a huge fan of yours. I don’t like at all the feeling of powerlessness that you put in me and for sure I don’t like the million thoughts per second that you put in my mind. In fact I hate it! I hate each time you show up because you remember me about how fragile and sensitive I am. This is a fact; like it or not, it’s true. When I was little I was terrified of darkness and especially terrified of sleeping alone in the darkness; I just couldn’t deal with this and for some