For a long time, I pondered why I was so good at writing @horror stories. At the same time, I queried my sanity, were my stories coming from a demented mind, or was I just a good writer?
Over the last few months I noticed a change in my character. At first I thought my breathing problem that occurs when I am in shops was a symptom of my https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_obstructive_pulmonary_disease. I never smoked. but because I lived with my parents who smoked 20-a-day each, I might as well have smoked for my condition is related to 2nd hand smoking.
As a sufferer of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertrophic_cardiomyopathy, I put my shortness of breath and panting down to being in a warm atmosphere, and not getting enough air. The one thing that still puzzled me was my excessive sweating.
I was all these things could be put down to something as simple as breathing problems, but the cause is worse than I imagined. I found out last night that the cause could be a fear of being around people https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropophobia. I have always been shy and introverted, this comes from my parents comparing me to either the boy next, or my cousin Annette.
I was never good enough for my parents, no matter what I did it was wrong, or at the wrong time.