Fear 1- Crowds.
I panic. Call it social anxiety disorder, claustrophobic, uncomfortable or whatever you want but I don’t do crowds.
Fear 2- Never being a mom.
I want to be a wife and mommy more than anything. I know that God has his perfect plan and even if I never have children of my own, I can still be a light in a child’s life. Maybe that goes hand in hand with dying alone…
Fear 3- Whatever is living in my attic.
It could be a small, it could be large, it could be a rodent, it could be a ghost, a human, and anything but I’m the only one who hears it. And its not OKAY