I’m afraid of living out the reminder of my life sad and missing my son. I want to remember him in a healthy light, not one that makes me sad all the time and crying.
I’m afraid of not being what I need to be to and for my family. I want to be able to help my family in everyway that I can, at the present I’m not in that position.
I’m afraid of bugs. Big bugs, little bugs, slow bug, fast bugs. lol
I’m afraid of not loving myself enough.
I’m afraid that I won’t get into heaven because I’m mad with God.