It’s always a good sign when I have the urge to write.
I faced the monster today.
It’s nothing like what I had feared it to be.
I had the power to make it disappear so easily.
Looking at it, made my eyes teary.

It has such great control over my life yet, I can’t put a finger to it.
It isn’t tangible.
I don’t understand it.
How am I going to fight it?
Sounds like a phobia.