Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, sweating, shivering, terrified of the darkness and having no idea where you are? You’re on the verge of a panic attack and all your thoughts are a big mess? When you start to calm down, you get scared, not of the monster under your bed, but of the monsters who reside in your heart and take complete control of your being at night. You try thinking happy thoughts but the only thing playing on your mind, on repeat, are all the wrong things. The intensity of all this scares you. You feel like you’ve been kissed by a dementor and every good memory has been sucked out of you.
You’re sweating and your skin is sticky, but you’re still shivering. It’s dark, so dark. Realization hits you hard, the dark that you are so afraid of is your only solace. You lie awake in your bed well into the early hours of the morning. And slowly, when you fall into the arms of sleep, your demons are waiting as always. That night you cry yourself to sleep, again.