Today I got dizzy on the stairs and sort of blacked out and fell. I was lucky and fell forward (going up the stairs) and only ended up with a badly bruised knee and a few scratches. But I can tell you it scared me real bad. I've always been wary of stairs, but now I'm scared of them. When I fell it made a loud thud and a few minutes later my aunt came by cause she was going up the stairs and I was like "I fell" and she was like "i noticed" and then kept going. She seemed like she didn't care. I know she cares about me, but she doesn't always take me a seriously as I wish she would. I'm living with my aunt and uncle and my bedroom is on the second floor. Does anyone have any ideas for how to be less afraid of the stairs? Or safer?
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