“Honey, I don’t think this is going to go as bad as you think it will. Maybe your own anxiety is just pushing forward. They will recognize that this is a good thing.”
I paced back and forth in our room trying to calm my fears. Logically I knew that everyone would be happy for us and there was nothing to worry about but that didn’t stop the intrusive fear that tried to hold my mind captive.
“I know, but I’m scared.” I stopped walking to whisper.
“What are you scared of, my little witch?”
He stood from the bed and came closer to wrap his arms around my waist and hold my body close to his own. I felt a sense of sadness as I really thought about what I was so scared of. Was I really scared that my family would be upset? Was I really scared of change? Was I really scared of how everyth
