I have the same feeling every night. I’m scared that the house will go ablaze and everyone I Love will die. I stay up and cry, I go downstairs and check to make sure the stove is turned off, but still I fear the worst. Sometimes I have dreams where I will be taking out the trash when it is dark. And someone tries to take me away. And I scream but nothing comes out. I hate all of it. I want it to stop.
