Sometimes it’s easy to describe. Bees. Skinning my knees. Stuttering. Loud voices. Cars. Bikes. No money.

But that doesn’t describe the deeper fear. That it’s loss, abandonment, loneliness, imperfection, lack of control.

There was once that I stood there, speechless, because I didn’t know how to describe it. Because the way I would describe it would have no immediate prescription.

Instead, I said nothing.

Today, I decided that it’s just easier, just easier to just say it.