For as long as I can remember, I’ve had nightmares and fears about looking at windows at night and seeing a face staring back at me.
Not jumping out of the shadows, just staring like they know me and they’ve always been there, watching.
Now I sit here, at night, looking at huge windows and the only face I see is my own…and I realize that I’ve got that same expression on my face that I’ve always been freaked out about.
It’s strangely comforting.

Like…really. I’m the scariest thing I can throw at me. Yeah, it’s a big world and bad things happen. But so much of my anxieties and fears are me holding onto emotional crap that isn’t even mine.