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Ever since my surgery, I’ve had a terrible time trying to sleep through the night. Four hours seems to be my maximum. Fears surround me everyday. Fear of getting older. Fear of not having the mobility of my youth. Fear that my body is failing me. Fear of my dreams. Fear of death.
Attacks strike me almost everyday. I get a handle on it by closing my eyes and concentrate on my breathing.
I feel that I am standing a precipice of change, but I have no idea what it is. Maybe I have already fallen. I have never been full of so much apprehension, fear.