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Anxiety & Horror: How Those Constant Worries Terrorize Us
What the horror genre taught me about the monsters that haunt my mind.
“…Last reason for reading horror: it’s a rehearsal for death. It’s a way to get ready.” — Stephen King
Something is haunting you.
It casts a pall over your every waking moment, eating any scrap of happiness that manages to get into your life.
Its tendrils creep and crawl into all aspects of your existence, sucking your vitality and joie de vivre, leaving you an empty, agitated vessel.
Not only has this…this…thing…latched onto your conscious life, but it’s also latched onto your slumbering life, as well. You struggle to fall asleep, knowing that doing so will only distract you from fighting the entity that’s constantly following you, and when you do manage to sleep, that shadowy creature has wormed its way into your unconscious life, poisoning it, turning your dreams into full-on nightmares of a terrible future that’s waiting for you.
Your reality has become so contaminated by this being that simply getting out of bed is a herculean task.
And by the way, this is not a horror story; the being or entity or creature or thing in question isn’t a ghost or a demon or a vampire.
