For pretty much my entire adult life, I remember living in fear. And my greatest, sharpest, most all encompassing fear was of myself. I was afraid of touching the world. Both literally, figuratively, and any and all ways in between. It started out that I was afraid of making a mistake. That one was simple enough. I could protect the world from that. I was vigilant. Hyper vigilant. And I overthought and underacted and berated myself mercilessly for any perceived […]
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