upon learning that my fear is not the sum of me
That these experiences have collected themselves as a congress in my brain, that they are in concert with one another; they converse. That I would enter their multiple arenas again and again, hoping the present battle will turn out differently than those past; that I would win or at least defeat just one time. That people who feed on fear have collected my memories too and turned them against me, for no other reason than I am available to that action. That I now see the memories for what they are—ghosts. That I wish and will to revile them instead of refuel them and to set myself free.