Last night I watched this movie that suddenly brought flashbacks of my old life into my mind. I was suddenly no longer watching the movie in the room, but my own life on a large display…and no one knew it except me. I grew horrified, realizing the amount of terror that I had been put through. I had grown in a life of norm where pure abnormality stood, and when I left my home reality hit me in the face. The life I was living was wrong, and I didn’t deserve to live that way. Living my life in fear was all I knew. My scariest monster was the person I loved, my own brother. Suffering from bipolar disorder I grew up with fear that my own life was in danger, that my own brother might just kill me if I had pushed him to snap the wrong way. And I thought that was normal, until I moved out. I suddenly lived in a fear of being killed to a fear of not succeeding. I think I liked being scared of dying better, because I knew that was something more I had less control of. But my life, my future to succeed is all upon me. Last night gave me something to think about that I never wanted to think about.