when I got out of the hospital, I was swaddled in a cocoon, self-protective….and I don’t know if I wriggled out of it too soon, but I’ve been swallowed in ever-growing fear and doubt of the future…which is crazy, because I’ve come so far. It’s hard for me to tell the difference between a possible mood swing or a genuine character flaw. Maybe it’s the same thing. Funny how I can feel so strong for others, but am so weak in defending my own borders. I know now that true bravery is having the courage to fight for myself. When will I get there?