Once upon a time, I cowered in the shadow of a truth I was scared to accept. I was… a Grown-Up. Despite proven responsibility and maturity, I felt like a child in adult’s clothing; aimless, struggling to walk. Mental illness and trauma can cause the feeling of lost time, like hurtling unequipped towards adulthood uncomfortably fast. For that confused child, I needed make-believe. Journeying through a fantasy land, I could focus more easily on questioning my perspectives and reclaiming identity, no longer paralysed by the complexity of existence. Envisaging mountainous highs and cavernous lows of my life as physical places, I saw that the one constant throughout was continuing the walk regardless. In knowing and accepting that my perspective on life is as changeable as life itself, The Beast posits fear may fade, no longer preventing a wild future unknown. Maybe being a Grown-Up isn’t so scary after all. I have survived every day so far, and now encourage each new self-discovery, be that through therapy, or conversations, or the terrifying yet captivating stories that kept us all awake at night, but enchanted our dreams later. So, when life’s hand reaches to your tired, frightened self… will you take it?