Your Life Is What Your Mind Makes of It

And it’s usually a drama.

Tragedy and Comedy (Scarbrough Hotel, Bishopgate, Leeds) | Image by
Tim Green on Wikimedia Commons is licensed under CC BY 2.0

I’m terrified of illness, especially cancer. No wonder, my grandad died of a throat tumor. My father had his eye removed because of it. But that’s not all. I see it everywhere because I’m a hypochondriac.

Ever since I can remember, my mom rushed me to the doctor for a mere temperature. I learned that being sick meant I was in…