I know I'm cheating a little, but this post is a continuation of my last two posts about fears. Sometimes they are unreasonable – like heights or elevators or closed in places. Mind you, the fears are real; there's just no reason behind them.
Yesterday and the day before, I talked about some things that scared me through my childhood. They were ridiculous, goofy things that shouldn't have scared anyone, but they terrified me. And might I just add that the terror still visits every now and then when I'm at my most vulnerable? I don't stare up at the ceiling anymore, but I still hate windows at night! Yikes! (And yes, as I wrote yesterday's post in the
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