I climbed to the top of the trees without thinking. I loved to stand on the highest branch that would support my weight and I would feel the tree swaying and the wind whipping my hair. When something upset me, I would climb a tree in our yard and listen to the breeze rustle the leaves until I calmed down.
Now I’m paranoid. If I hear a noise outside my window at night, my mind immediately jumps to the worse case scenario: i.e. someone is waiting to kidnap, rape and murder me. Every crunching and skittering sound I hear makes my pulse race.
My adrenaline skyrockets and I can’t fall any sleep for hours.
(I'm not liking the texture of the paper. I'm probably not doing this again and I might redo these images.)
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