Once upon a time. Even to a point of lying out of it.

Then one day, it just... Stopped.
A part of me woke up -- the very one that can definitely say that we have no real reasons to worry at all.
Not even failures and faults, not even the consequences and any outcomes, no even pain and
death -- with a straight face and no uncertainty behind it.
Yeah, I'd still get confused, forgetting things, overwhelmed, uncertain, still make mistakes, still gets stressed out and in need for breaks in between...
But no longer have this forefront idea of avoiding, no longer 'freeze' or paralyze, no longer have to bolt out of the would-be stressor of a trigger.
Ooh. Makes me think.