Dear ghost,
What if everything you know about yourself shatters? There is a "you," that absolute you, that shapes your confidence. And another "you" that makes who you are. What if they shatter? Then, how will you hold on to the kind of person you are? Are you not afraid that you will lose yourself and become someone you feared? Are you not afraid that you will not be able to hold on to that tiny shred of sanity. Is it not possible for you to become so frail that you disappear? Are you confident enough to not go insane? I am not.
Yours