It's not right to force fears on me. Crippled by irrational terrors, she seeks to cripple loved ones by projecting those terrors outward into the world. Which, ironically, makes them in a sense real.
That's the struggle, I suppose. Real in what measure? In whose context? To what end?
I won't accept those terrors as real for my life. They don't belong in my life. That's the struggle.