I fear the dark. I fear new places. I fear buses, airplanes, trains, and the back of SUVs. I fear elevators and rollercoasters and I even used to fear movie theaters. But no. In reality, I don’t fear these things. I fear the anxiety, the panic that all these places can stir up inside me. I fear eternity. I fear being trapped.
Let me start from the beginning.
When I was very little, I was shoved into a trashcan by two neighborhood boys. They shut me in and wouldn’t let me out. I have no memory of this and no witnesses. All I know is that I came running home sobbing and telling my mom what happened. Continue reading When Anxiety is the Air We Breathe.