This really tears me up. I can never forget how my parents fed me with anxiety. As far as I can remember, all they said to me was that the world is full of wicked people and dangerous things and how nobody would ever really love me instead of barely using me, just as what the wolf says. Recently my father plays videos of mega bombs and other deadly weapons everyday. Maybe he just enjoys doing this.
I've been fighting against all the fears and negative thoughts for most of my life and I feel that I'll have to fight on in order not to let myself drown. While you have the right to believe doom comes tomorrow or today, I say to myself, I still have the right to not believe this and live my own life. I know I can't really get rid of fear and anxiety, but I've got enough. I won't give in and take more from you.
Thank you for taking the words and the groaning things out of me. Thank you.