Anyone who knows me knows that I am one fearful kid. From the dark, to mannequins, and everything in between, most things creep me out. My imagination has been running wild since birth, and I think that's what led me to be a writer and creator. I constantly have stories running through my head.

But with that, the fears follow as well. I remember being in elementary school and we were all talking about our biggest fears. I did some intense self-analysis for a third grader, but I couldn't figure out what I feared most. Everything they said sounded intensely frightening to me. I was afraid of it all.

I asked my friend what made this one fear worse than all the others. She said that if it's the last thing you want to see right before you die, it's probably your biggest fear. I know, intense conversations between 8-year-olds, but I really put in a lot of thought to it. I just couldn't pick one overarching fear because they all were terrifying to me.

So I can up with the once brilliant, now detrimental idea that I would make something so scary that I had to fear it more than the others so that they wouldn't seem so frightening anymore.

I chose clowns.

Even writing the word gives me chills down my spine. I had to plan to condition myself to be so afraid that the thought of them would bring me to my knees, and it worked, sort of. I became desperately afraid, and still am, of clowns, but my other fears didn't dwindle. They didn't move in the slightest.

I'm still afraid of elevators and ghost stories. I just added the pain to my core every time I hear, see, or think of clowns. I can't be near them or face them. I hyperventilate and feel like I'm dying with just the thought of them. I can't breathe. Instead of me becoming braver, I created the one thing that I could never conquer.

I invented my own kryptonite.