I’m such a wuss: not only am I scared of the dark, I’m scared of the imaginary things that pop out of a 7 year old’s head during the day. Why is this? It’s hardly grounded in fact…. otherwordly encounters
Paranoia….
It’s a prevailing emotion in my world. I fluctuate between having the confidence to speak my mind and stick my neck out when the situation requires, and paralysing paranoia that I’ve said or done the wrong thing, or that what