‘What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.’
What are you scared of? She laughs, what isn’t she scared of she thinks. Her fears keep her up at night, what would she give for just one night of sound sleep? To not have to pop pills to shut up her head. To not have this evil monkey that sits on her shoulder and stops her living fully. That’s how she sees it, a little monkey that drags her back. She sees all of the people she went to school with growing up and making a difference to the world, whilst she has yet to find the motivation to evict said monkey. To say she fears she’s not good enough is an understatement, she believes it and it consumes every thought process, every action. She’s getting better, realising how to stave the monkey. Changing her thoughts, stepping out of her comfort zone. But still wishes the monkey was never there in the first place.