I am terrified of myself. It is not that I don’t like who I am, or that I judge myself harshly. I am perfectly ok with being imperfect. But I am wild. Letting the wildness out is frightening, because…

I am terrified of myself. It is not that I don’t like who I am, or that I judge myself harshly. I am perfectly ok with being imperfect. But I am wild. Letting the wildness out is frightening, because…