Your peaceful walk is my anxiety.
Your camping grounds are where my nightmares take place.
What’s that?!
Oh, just a tree.
Your hiking trip causes me to cry.
What if we find something unwanted? Does that not make you want to leave?!
Why am I like this, you ask? I don’t know. Ask my Hylophobia.
Hylophobia=fear of forests, and I have it. It’s very common, actually. Like, I can go in a forest and stuff, but I’m still rather cautious.
