I can remember the dark edges of fear filled days; the way my heart plummeted whenever someone got sick, and the room began to spin as fear descended down around me. It was a miserable place to be. At some point I remember thinking that my response was not a normal one, I was envious of my friends who didn’t seem bothered like I did. Mostly, I began to grow hungry for freedom.
I had failed to understand that the biggest battle was happening in my mind. And as long as the enemy had me thinking I was defeated, I was.
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