For as long as I can remember, I have been scared of the dark. I remember calling my poor mother to escort me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I remember refusing to go upstairs in the dark. I remember hating to enter the house first in the winter.
I thought I was just afraid of the dark. But it was a fear of the unknown. The uncertainty of possibly discovering something I didn’t want to.
I realize that these things will always be there. It’s a part of life. It’s a part of us.
We all have darker sides to ourselves that we wish we didn’t have. The guilt, the shame, the blurry stuff-we have to learn to accept them. We need to forgive ourselves. Love yourself. Accept the darkness and the light inside you will grow brighter.
Being uncomfortable, frustrated, and confused is okay. Don’t deny it.
Sometimes you don’t have to know what’s out there if you what’s inside.