I hate it here!
I keep looking over my shoulders.
My eyes dart to, and fro, my stomach is in knots.
I walk in a fog of fear.
I am worried that my nemesis will pounce on me.
I can feel it peering at me, sneering and jeering.
It knows full well the incapacitating power it has on me.
How do I break free from this fiery furnace of uncertainty, shame, and fear of lack?
My bank account groans and looks at me helplessly, showing me the shackles of debt that imprison it.