January 13, 2010
Sometimes I feel like leaving my lamp shade on at night so I will be forced to squint then close my eyes and maybe get some more sleep. Even if I am consciously not, my mind is aware that I am worried about something. And whenever I think that I am close to figuring out what exactly I am worried about, I only unearth more questions. But from all those hours spent tossing on my bed, I did realize one thing. That I am afraid.
And talking about it doesn't help much really. Most people I talk to have less experience than I have, and therefore, what they say, although well-meaning, doesn't really have much weight based on my standards.
I was rescued, true.
But...
Why?
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