I woke up this morning, in a haze, with my heart beating against my chest. It took me a moment to regain my equilibrium and realize I was terrified. I had to sit still for a good minute, to give myself sufficient time to rake through my head and understand the dream I had. I have been taunted by nightmares lately, every morning I wake up at odd hours and the same feeling of fear would run over me. I have been living in a fog of anxiety and terror, because I am afraid. Afraid of my past, afraid of my present and afraid of my future.