Dread: Write about doing something you don’t want to do.
I don’t want to lose my mind, to disappear into an abyss where nothing is certain anymore. The patterns of my life consigned to fragments of the past that are so irrevocably etched in my brain that I have no choice but to live that time over and over again. I don’t want to not know my family, condemning the ones I love most to the realms of mere strangers. I don’t want to not have access to all the memories I have made throughout my years. As get older, I dread losing all of what makes me … me.