I said earlier "I really want to write about last night, but I still can't wrap my brain around the intense fear and my reactions to it..."
I am confused at my body's response to fear. I am not talking about play fear. I am talking about real, all-encompassing, mind-numbing terror. I submit. Automatically. I don't struggle, even when I should. I get wet...
I am confused at my body's response to fear. I am not talking about play fear. I am talking about real, all-encompassing, mind-numbing terror. I submit. Automatically. I don't struggle, even when I should. I get wet...
This can't be a good thing. But then why does it feel so good?
