Sam_Wright_1988
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I realised today I am afraid of life.
Not because I am afraid of life, but because my mum was afraid for me.
She told me today, how scared she was raising a child with diabetes, especially a stubborn child like me.
I love my mum but her fear is always with me. I keep asking myself whether I will be all right. Scared of what might go wrong, it's all I experience. I used to be even more afraid, my mind filled with ridiculous scenarios of what might go wrong.
I figured, it might be her fear? I am afraid for no good reason. I know that. But it is true I am afraid of everything. I can feel the fear and hear my thoughts, repeatedly asking whether I'll be fine, whether I'll survive another day. Those thoughts are not my own.
Not because I am afraid of life, but because my mum was afraid for me.
She told me today, how scared she was raising a child with diabetes, especially a stubborn child like me.
I love my mum but her fear is always with me. I keep asking myself whether I will be all right. Scared of what might go wrong, it's all I experience. I used to be even more afraid, my mind filled with ridiculous scenarios of what might go wrong.
I figured, it might be her fear? I am afraid for no good reason. I know that. But it is true I am afraid of everything. I can feel the fear and hear my thoughts, repeatedly asking whether I'll be fine, whether I'll survive another day. Those thoughts are not my own.