But not in the sense of me doing anything dangerous for them to be worried. It would be the small things such as running around playing tag or chasing my dog. I would always hear my mom say “Maryna, be careful you’re going to fall. Stop running you’re going to get hurt. Be careful and don’t do anything stupid.” Now I’m not sure if it was mainly because they didn’t want to deal with my reaction after getting hurt or if they were fearful of the what if’s. With this type of parenting I have grown up being afraid of the small stuff. I have the mindset of thinking the worst will happen or has happened for any event. If someone doesn’t answer my phone call the first thing I question is “Why didn’t they answer? I hope everything is alright.” I was taught to fear the world and what’s in it and that has truly fucked me up. I need to get over the fear that bad things are always going to happen because in most cases, 98% of the shit you worry about never happens in the end. I am trapped in the prison of fear and I am going to break down the walls and learn the world isn’t out to get me and everything isn’t always necessarily