One of My Biggest Fears // A Post 4 Years in the Making
Two days ago, I overcame one of my biggest fears. I was driving to the bank, and I had to pass the cemetery to get to the bank. The cemetery I've been afraid to visit for four years now. The cemetery I had a nightmare about. The nightmare that haunted me for months. Caused by the silence, caused by relentless guilt, caused by my human nature and disconnect and self-absorption. I could see the headstones through the trees, now that it's winter - full-blown winter - and the leaves are gone. I didn't really plan on stopping, because I've always been terrified. And the guilt would just be too much, even if nothing happened to me. The sky was weird but really pretty. Dark clouds covered the top, but underneath was pink-ish. Right before the turn, I decided to stop. I turned right and drove through the iron gates, down the dirt road, consciously looking out my rearview mirror. It looked just like it did in my nightmare and I felt uneasy. I pull...