Fear of Falling

I’ve always had a fear of falling. It wasn’t a simple fear of heights like most people have, it was the actual sensation of dropping back to the ground that truly terrified me. That was what my nightmares consisted of, and often I would wake up clutching my bedpost for life, or suddenly sitting up and reaching for a non-existent safety rail. Imagine my horror when part of our school’s anti-bullying programme included trust falls. The only thing that prevented me from running away was you. You promised that our friendship was so strong that you would always be there for me, that you would be there to comfort me afterwards, so I trusted you and fell backwards, right into your arms.