for like ever

growing old ungracefully

taking the first drink

feeling unworthy of love

never healing because my wounds are too deep and dark

suffocating or drowning

being unable to express myself

not letting go

standing still instead of running

allowing you to love me

not getting to know my true self

not letting you get to know my true self

my beloved animals dying

any and all animals dying from abuse, neglect, abandonment by humans

speaking in front of large groups of people

losing my gratitude for not being drunk

being trapped, literally and figuratively

organized religion

telling you that I’m a writer

writing

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Thankfully, fear comes and then it goes…but mostly I’m thankful that we aren’t all afraid at the same time.

image via pink sherbet photography