scared of myself

I have realised this morning, as I woke up and yet again fought to get out of bed, fought to sit whilst my beautiful kids eat toast, fought the thoughts the anticipation of a busy weekend, that I scared of myself.  From my earliest days I can remember my sister being scared of me, children a school backing away from me. Prefects and matrons punishing me to try and subju me. There was one year that I visited any church I could find who were into the holy spirit movement to get them to pray for me, I would show them what was in me and they would cast 'it out'.