As a child, fear was my greatest refuge. I shrivelled into it, being afraid I may lose my mother. I was ashamed of some members in the family for all their wrongdoings. I was ashamed of myself for being dark, ugly and tiny. I don’t know if it was some other strength that helped me wade through them or fear in itself saved me from getting hurt. I couldv’e easily gone into the world of crime or could’ve joined forces and would’ve been long gone in some brash action. I fought my demons all my life but for the world outside, at least according to some, a charismatic, cool guy who knew how to charm everyone. Now, I’m free from all those unwanted Cargo. What’s your story? submitted by /u/Individual_Mix_4234
Originally posted by u/Individual_Mix_4234 on r/AskMen
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