WIhere am I? This isn’t home… nor is it anywhere familiar. I don’t remember ever being here.
Then I heard it—a soft humming voice that sounded strangely familiar. ran through the darkness, barely able to see where I was going. Fear gripped me as I stumbled forward.
Sometimes when someone calls another person lazy, dramatic, attention-seeking, arrogant, fake, or too sensitive, it says more about what they are uncomfortable with in themselves than about the other person. Not always, of course. Some people are genuinely rude or harmful.
Anxiety is so bad on a cellular level that while listening to literal bedtime stories ( tn is Sea Fairies by L Frank Baum) all I can think of is ways for it to become scary and/or bad for the main characters. This happens every night idk how to stop that
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