I wrote a bunch then deleted it all. Felt good to write out my feelings but it did not take them away. I feel very scared. It’s a physical sensation in my stomach chest and throat. It’s an unknown fear; a belief that something bad will happen to my kids. I know it’s not helpful and I don’t believe I need to be afraid but well I am. It may be chemical. It may be from an overactive imagination. And though it feels okay to try to put it into words I also feel like people will not understand and I need someone to understand. It’s not specific worries that I am having, but an overall feeling. I used to trust my intuition but because my mental illness messes with me so much it seems like I lost the gift. Thanks for being here just around the corner.