I can still remember it like it happened yesterday.
There I was. Ten years old. It was my first day back at school.
I walked past the enormous church that marked the entrance of the school compound. I passed under this huge tree as it towered over me. I was in a crowd of other screaming school kids. They laughed and cackled loudly.
I just felt overwhelmed.
See, I was always an anxious kid. Scared. Worried that I hadn’t done my homework properly. Terrified I’d be punished. That was the world I lived in.
For many years, my fears tainted my vision like prison bars that impose a life sentence on inmates who have long forgotten the bars even exist. Continue reading.
Originally posted on Tiny Buddha.