Sometimes you are filled with fear.
Sometimes you’re being attacked, someone is trying to hurt you, although not in the obvious physical way. This is more frightening, because the intent is harm, and the weapon is your own words and information. It is like they’re using you against you. Their goal is destruction, and for a while, you wonder if they’ve succeeded.
You try to roll with the punches, to not let it affect you. You can’t. You hide, you panic. You wonder how to move forward and through your days without looking over your shoulder.
Or looking in your inbox.
Or looking in the corners of your home.