[Latin- quad ‘four, fourth’]
As I write this it is April fourth. That's 4-4! My hands shake a little and my heart is pounding, but otherwise, I feel calm. I even left my bedroom.
And you know what?
My therapist was right. The world didn't end. It kept on spinning. Birds didn't fall from the sky. Cats and dogs continued to fight. And yet, I'm not sure what to do. When you spend your whole life terrified, it's hard to figure out what to do once you start conquering that fear.
Update: There was a car crash at the end of the cul-de-sac. It was all lies. The fourth is not with anyone.