When I was very young, I remember refusing to close my eyes until I somehow fell asleep. I was that scared of ghosts and goblins-especially the boogy man. Many nights I would feign ear aches just so that I could stay up and watch TV with my parents. I always had ear infections in the summers so my parents never questioned my motives. I would sit watching the screen blankly while tugging on my ear, all just to avoid sleep.
That back fired one day when my parents decided to take action and make an appointment for me regarding this "ear ache." As soon as I learned that I was to be taken to the doctor, I hid behind my queen sized bed while my father yelled trying to find me. I can't tell you what actually happened at the doctor or whether we even made it to the doctor. There's a chance I could have confessed to faking ear aches. I do however remember not getting into any trouble.
One morning I woke up to a perfect sliver across my chest on my sheets. I was convinced a snake had slithered across me during the night. There was also another time, when I must have been a toddler, sleeping in the crib in my playroom. I swore one night that I watched a circus elephant prance across the hallway past my door. Needless to say, the bathroom light was my best friend in the night.
These events were the start of what of what I would characterize as my anxiety. The anxious "what if" of what could happen in the dark. Now the "what ifs" have simply moved into every corner they can find and I've got to find my bathroom lights to control them.
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