A time that I was very afraid.
I honestly can’t think of a one time. I am afraid more often
than I care to admit. I am afraid when my girls are not with me at home. I am
afraid when we go somewhere and they are off by themselves. Afraid of them growing up and leaving. Afraid that a boy will break their heart. I am afraid when I
am home alone. Don’t even get me started with being afraid something will
happen to my husband and I will have to figure things out. I am afraid of my
parents getting older. I think about what things will be like for my grandkids
that I don’t even have yet. I’m afraid of a lot of things. I am sure
technically it could be anxiety but bottom line I think too much about
everything.
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