I used to be terrified of thunderstorms. Once, as a child, my mom left me home alone to run to the store and the light rain turned into a storm while she was out. There was a branch scraping against the window of my playroom and I thought someone was trying to break in. I hid, terrified and crying until she came home. That’s when my fear of storms started.
But it was never the storm that I was afraid of, even though I didn’t realize it. It was the fear of someone breaking in and hurting me.
My mind is often the ideal location for a thunderstorm. When it rages like a tsunami it tosses my thoughts around in complete chaos.Read More
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