When I was a little girl, I hated the dark. Going to bed at night needed to involve a night light and if for some reason I woke up and needed my mom or dad, my heart would palpitate at the thought of having to get through the dark house to get to safety. I would close my eyes and run the length of the house and as quickly as my feet would carry me, scoot into my parents room where I didn’t have to be alone in the dark.
It’s strange as I think back to this because somewhere throughout life, I have grown comfortable with the dark. Now for sleeping purposes this is just fine, but what is concerning is how comfortable I’ve grown with the darkness in everyday life.
Anyone else out there prone to darkness? For me, darkness is easy. Continue reading “Bring It To The Light”