It’s like something a little worse than a cold. It’s like a jagged pill, a little too rough to swallow, much like the truth. It’s something that makes my stomach feel a little too empty to bare for comfort. It’s the thought that keeps me up at night, the reason my insomnia has peaked to a whole new level. It’s the reason my thoughts are racing, the reason my medication no longer eases my anxiety. It’s the reason I call you everyday. The fear that is waiting around the corner of the unknown. The things that keep me up at night, the things that worry me the most. These things are not in my control, for they are nothing I can ever pray away. These things that keep me up at night, that keep me staring at the ceiling when I know I should be asleep, that keep my heart beating a little out of rhythm, that keep me on the edge of my seat never letting me rest completely; these things are you.