My Self Image

I sat one evening and this short story just flowed out of me. I had not actually read it until I was finished, and I realized it was about me and what I had seen myself as before healing me.

.....I suddenly found myself on a winding road fenced with pines on both sides. I spun around to only see darkness. Emptiness. My instincts or fear weighed heavy on my legs, yet I raced down this path lightly. Endless. This path seems to curve for so many miles. I am unaware as to how I find myself sitting, resting, I thought 'for how long?'. Dusk had fallen... I see a glint of amber just over the pines. Fading. I must come to some life soon. At least a dwelling. I am hoping.
.....Wait, I take a pause before continuing this race. Which direction had brought me? The last spark of day, or the blackened moon rays? I tread lightly towards the shimmer of color. Approaching quickly upon me; a bright light. Almost a mist. A fog likeness. Oddly shaped. As my curiosity grew, so did my fear. Fear of what? As I am dumbfounded to my trembles of fear, I am sprinting so fast the pines blend like a painting.
......Slowing my feet, I feel something on my treads behind. I halt. Turn around. I see a movement fleeing towards me. Or at me? What could it be? Whom could it be? As I question my own sanity, it becomes familiar. I feel connected. I am now being drawn opposite of the "fog" likeness. A silhouette. 'Try to clear its image', I am thinking. My eyes are blurry and misty. I await its arrival, patiently.
......Nearing to me. It is now in my sight. I feel suffocated. My astonishment has paused any breathe release from my lungs. I am frozen. A mirrored image. I see me. I begin to understand. My fear that I fear is myself? Is this true? I fear myself? I sat on side of a pine tree. So many questions. I begin to sob, heavy. Shoulders shaking up and down. I swear it is raining now. I lift my head towards the sky, dry. Tears. I have so many tears. I fear I shall drown in them if endless.
......Fatigued. Rumbling from my tummy. Worn down. I am now lain in a pile of falls goodbyes. My eyes grow puffy, I begin to drift. Try not to sleep yet. I am thinking...or am I saying this aloud? Find answers. I still drift. Losing control. No energy left. I sleep. Hearing a virgin silence. Sound must have never traveled here. Silent. I sleep silent.