[Greek- kathiso 'to sit, sitting']
As I stand here, my legs aching, I know I can't give in. The fear is real. It isn't all in my head. It isn't an overreaction. If I sit down,
My legs will refuse to lift me back up. My feet won't work. Even my toes will abandon me and be unable to wiggle! Then I will starve to death and it will be decades before my body is found, sprawled on the floor, nothing but bones because my poor kitties were forced to eat my dead flesh since I can no longer feed them. A tragedy. It can all be avoided, though, as long as I don't give in.