Dread slithers through me; I hear its rattle and run from it in fear. But when I finally turn the light on, I see what's really here: an old toy snake: the belief that I can't cope with what may come. But now I can, for now I've got
🪷 Dread-debunking
Dread slithers through me; I hear its rattle and run from it in fear. But when I finally turn the light on, I see what's really here: an old toy snake: the belief that I can't cope with what may come. But now I can, for now I've got