Day 3 of the #WritersBootcampZA challenge. Today’s prompt: One of my greatest fears.
Yesterday’s prompt was about my favourite words and I can say that “fear” is by far my LEAST favourite word. I hate every feeling it forces onto my brain. I hate the tight squeeze in my chest. I hate being controlled by a feeling that does nothing but spread negativity.
I have a stupid (but terrifying) fear of moths. I know. Moths.
That’s the only fear I’m willing to think about because even considering losing my husband or any of my family members just hurts too much. Plus that just leads to sadness and weeping and ridiculous thoughts. So yes, moths. That’s my greatest fear.
No really, I got trapped in a car with a moth once and had a full-blown panic attack. It’s no fun.
It’s also called ‘Mottephobia’. How lame is that?
On the upside, I did take a photo while standing near a moth once. (It’s the one up top there.) I got real close, because I was on honeymoon and very brave for some reason. I then ran away and had a quiet moment to keep myself from screaming.