I’m not terrified. I’m not… frozen in fear or paralysed by dread.
Worried, fretting. Some part of me is convinced that something terrible is going to happen and it’s all my fault…
…and I don’t know why…
There’s no safe place for me to flee to. I’m already there.
There’s nobody else here.
Nobody to hold and help me feel secure.
Nobody to run away from.
Nowhere I need to be.
I’m pretty certain I haven’t forgotten anything important.
But I’m scared.