I have one fear: Loss.
Now, you might say something like, "Well... That's not really a fear, is it? I mean, really."
But it's true.
I am afraid of loss.
Because when you lose something, your world crumbles a little bit.
My life has always been rocky, but rocks stay put.
What I'm trying to say is, if I lost one of my "rocks", I'd fall. And that scares me.
I'm afraid of losing my family.
I'm afraid of losing my husband.
I'm afraid of losing my pride.
I'm afraid of losing my dignity.
I'm afraid of losing my religion.
I'm afraid of losing my mind.
I'm afraid of loss.
Get me?
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