Dear you,
Read this, please,
"I'm afraid of everything. I've been reading psychology books to try to figure out why. Logically, I know everything is fine. I know that I'm only twenty, and I have so many blessings and advantages. Yet, I'm afraid I haven't accomplished enough yet. I'm afraid of the future. Afraid of getting older. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of having a child. And afraid of the dark. I'm really, really afraid of the dark."
And this:
"I'm afraid of getting caught thinking of him. Afraid of socialising for more than one or two hours constantly. Afraid of getting married, of living with someone I will not love as deep as I thought and as intense as I wished. Afraid of myself, of becoming the daughter of failures and shame. Afraid of everything. And of death and how it will visit me. Afraid of being all alone in my grave. And of realising I have wasted my whole life doing things in vain. I'm very afraid."
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
Read this, please,
"I'm afraid of everything. I've been reading psychology books to try to figure out why. Logically, I know everything is fine. I know that I'm only twenty, and I have so many blessings and advantages. Yet, I'm afraid I haven't accomplished enough yet. I'm afraid of the future. Afraid of getting older. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of having a child. And afraid of the dark. I'm really, really afraid of the dark."
And this:
"I'm afraid of getting caught thinking of him. Afraid of socialising for more than one or two hours constantly. Afraid of getting married, of living with someone I will not love as deep as I thought and as intense as I wished. Afraid of myself, of becoming the daughter of failures and shame. Afraid of everything. And of death and how it will visit me. Afraid of being all alone in my grave. And of realising I have wasted my whole life doing things in vain. I'm very afraid."
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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