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Kevin continued to urge her to tell him what she was feeling. Rasha hissed softly and exhaled softly. "If you ask me about phobias, I probably don't have any specific or obvious phobias. I'm afraid of situations that people in general are afraid of. But if I'm honest, I'm more afraid of high places. I feel like I'm going to fall when I'm in places like that just like now. But it's lucky that the place we came to is a mountainous area not an area like buildings because I think tall buildings are more scary than mountainous places like this," said Rasha honestly, she then fixed her hair by tucking it next to her ear.

“She fainted due to exhaustion and stress. There might be a trigger to this, do you guys perhaps know?” Rui and Leila both glanced at Phylian, awaiting his answer. Phylian bit his lips as he nodded his head slowly. “She's afraid of blood.” “Hemophobia, I see. Then you should never let your sister encounter this again to avoid getting triggered,” reminded the doctor. “We will do our best, doc. Thank you.” The doctor nodded before heading out of Phyllis' room. The three were left with Phyllis, who was still unconscious.

All was still, as if we were transported to a whole new world, only darkness as our companion. It was a rare silence after a chaotic tempest, and I didn't feel inclined to disrupt this rare silence. But I was still worried about Alexteris's condition, even if you have finally gotten away from the object of your fears, it doesn't mean that you will magically feel alright again. A phobia is a mental fear so daunting that it had the power to even take people's lives. How could I just dismiss it as if it were a mere walk in the park? "Prince Alexteris, are you feeling alright?" I asked in apprehension.

"Something real. Not CEO Liam or billionaire Liam or even jealous-possessive Liam. Just... you." Liam considered the question, pushing past his instinct to deflect with humor or charm. "I'm afraid of heights." Sophia's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "You live on the top floor of a skyscraper." "I know." He gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows with their dizzying view. "Exposure therapy, my therapist called it. Every morning I wake up and face exactly what terrifies me. Prove I'm stronger than my fear." "That's not strength," Sophia said softly. "That's punishment."

Mental cases like mine are called hemophobia. In other words, I'm afraid of the color red, or I have a phobia of blood. When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed my parents divorce and I also witnessed my mother commit suicide. I was just a high school student at the time, and we had just finished our class when I went home. When I opened the door, it was very dark in the living room, in the kitchen and everywhere I looked. I see nothing but darkness. I walk slowly while resting my hand on the wall and repeatedly call my parents. Until I opened the door of a room, and then I turned on the light switch, there I found my mother lying on the floor as she bathed in her own blood. Since then, the

This grotto has become a second home for me throughout the years. She appeared to be concerned that he was about to leave, as her hands went to his wrists. "Are you sure it's safe?" "Very. In addition, we will only be staying here for a little while before we make our way to Jack's place. Try it." He paused on purpose, being mindful not to exert too much pressure during the squeeze. “Yes?” After another moment of hesitation, she finally responded, "Okay." A discernible sense of unease rippled through the single phrase. He was so impressed by her bravery that he couldn't help but be proud of her. Phobias were analogous to criminals who waited in the shadows of one's mind for an opportunity to

It’s strange to have a traumatic event she couldn’t recall. It’s even stranger to have a crippling phobia and not know why. For as long as she could remember, she has been terrified of the dark. It was so bad that her parents took her to a psychologist, where she was diagnosed with PTSD and trauma-related Nyctophobia with panic-induced cognitive impairment. AKA She freaked the fuck out like a cat who got their tail caught in a mouse trap when she was in the dark.

I nodded my head he went inside I took my laptop out and started researching regarding alexithymia, insomnia, anaphia and spectrophobia seriously is there any other disorders left on world everything is in him only more than humor I feel pity for him how can someone suffer this much oh god anaphia means one can't feel touch of others how pitiful is this, alexythemia means cant have any kind of emotions, insomnia means sleeping disorder, spectrophobia fear to look their reflection in mirrors poor him facing so much that too alone

Amelia looked confused, cocking her eyebrows she inquired, “Gynophobia? The fear of women?” “Yes ma’am. He’s only able to be around other women when he is with you. Something he had found out when he first met you. He had suffered a trauma some years back that had caused the illness. You left him and obviously due to his looks many women flocked to him. He had a panic attack and was so overwhelmed that he fainted. How could you be so heartless?” Josh responded and glared at Amelia. He knew it wasn’t fair to blame her but he wanted her to stop treating his boss coldly.

She hates not just the sight of him now, but also the thought of him. He had never since the day he walked out, after the suspicious smirk he gave her, come back to her nor call her. She hates that a very tiny bit of her misses him and that she can't stop thinking about him as she is right now. She hates it much more that she had blindly fell in love with someone like him. She detests the fact that she had to be traumatised by him. Now she was left with philophobia, a cryptic way for her to to fall in love. She flickered her eyes opened like a quick thunderstorm as though her name was called.