Conventional wisdom suggests that naming your fears will help you to conquer them. While I have few remaining vestiges of the mental health trauma I experienced after the accident, I have discovered that I have developed a fear of enclosed spaces. Specifically – I have a fear of long underwater
Terror strikes. Again. And again. NYC, Beirut, Paris, Nigeria. The list grows. My children ask – why? I don’t know what to tell them. “We’re safe. You’re safe.” I don’t know if it’s a promise I can keep. But I have to try. This is my eighteenth entry to NaBloPoMo, NaNoPoblano and YeahWriteMe’s NoMo challenge.