I’m scared almost all day right now. Every time I think about finishing with this house and leaving, if it’s in the morning, I am positive I can do what it takes to get it all done. There’s not that much more to do after all; paint and cleanup and I can leave. I feel good. I’m still not always positive, but I feel sure enough to keep at it.
But slowly during the day it eats away at me and I’m scared again; scared in the pit of my stomach. Scared into paralysis. scared in the most horrifying way: afraid about being so afraid.