Dear Fear,

I think we should see other people. I don’t think we’re working out anymore. It’s clear that we are incompatible. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve changed.

When I miscarried, you were of no comfort to me. While blanketed with darkness and despair, you relished in my pain. Eagerly, you laughed and mocked my suffering, devouring my agony li…read more