Scared of the Dark

Do you remember when you were a kid? Were you scared of the dark? Needed a nightlight to chase away the monsters in the shadows? Did you try hiding under the bed covers to hide from the creatures in the closet? Eventually, you grow out of it. You know the monsters aren’t real and you’re versed enough to navigate your room when you can’t see.

If I’m being honest, I’ve been scared of the dark lately. Scared of laying in bed in the black and the quiet. Alone. Because, the real monsters aren’t physical. They aren’t hiding in the closet or crawling under the bed. They’re not going to leap out and harm you or take your life while you sleep. No. The real monsters invade the mind. They keep you lying awake at night with scenarios and fears that probably won’t come true. They turn molehill problems into mountains you don’t think you can face. The real monsters in the dark get you when you’re alone and turn your thoughts against you. They steal your sleep and your peace.

I’m guilty of avoiding what’s bothering me. Avoiding what I don’t want to face. My weekends are when these monsters show up the strongest. I have a physically exhausting job, so it helps me fall asleep before the monsters come out, but when I’m not working, it’s harder to sleep. I’m the type of person who will lie in bed for 30 minutes to an hour before I’m finally able to fall asleep. That’s plenty of time for the monster to come creeping. So, I distract myself. I stay up late watching tv shows or movies. Write fanfiction roleplay with friends or play a video game all to avoid laying in bed in the dark, tossing and turning as I try to fight the fears and scenarios that creep into my head. Maybe I do go to bed to try and fall asleep, but then I pull out my computer to write this here post.

I hate the Dark. You always see it in movies and shows. The villain breaks down the hero. Tells them their worst fears that the audience knows to be lies and yet, the hero believes those lies. The hero falls right into Darkness’s trap and they turn to anger or depression. They’re so seized by fear that you in the audience just want to smack some sense into them. Tell them the truth. You will for them to remember who they are and what they’re fighting for. You want to scream that their role matters.

Darkness is so easy to recognize in the movies. I bet you can recall a few times you thought the hero was stupid for falling to its lies. So, how come its harder to face in real life? Is it because its actually happening to you and not some character on the screen? Is it because the situation is different? What was difficult for that character may not seem so difficult to you and yet what you’re facing is too much? Is it because we try to go it alone? Hide our fears from the world by telling everyone: “I’m fine.” Then you start lying to yourself. “Oh, my problems aren’t that big compared to that other person. I shouldn’t complain. I’m dumb for being unable to handle this. I shouldn’t let anyone know I’m not strong enough.”

That’s the trap, isn’t it? Darkness gets you alone. Tells you, you shouldn’t bother others with your problems. You’re being stupid for making mountains out of molehills. Others will just scoff at you. Once it has you alone, unable to speak your fears to others, it turns your little molehills into mountains:
“Oh, that bump you feel under your skin could be cancer.”
“Remember that mistake you made at work? That’ll get you fired. Or that comment you made to your friend. That was mean. They must hate you now.”
“You don’t know how to properly query. All your hard work will be for nothing.”
“You think you can make it on dreams? You have no money, so you have no future.”

If that doesn’t get you, Darkness will bombard you with “what if” scenarios. What if you have cancer? What will you do? How will you pay for it? What if you totally botch that interview? What if your house catches fire while you’re asleep? What if you lose everything? What if you end up in a car crash? What will you do if this person suddenly disappeared from your life? What if you’re rejected by everyone?

Suddenly, you’re drowning in fear. Can’t sleep. Probably crying in bed. You don’t want to bother anyone since its late. You don’t want to call for help, so you remain stuck. Trying to fight this Darkness on your own.

It’s so depressing.

Usually, I’m able to distract my mind enough to ward off Darkness’s monsters. I’ll think of a scene in a fanfiction (not one of my original stories because then I just end up writing down ideas or writing in general), and I’ll expand on the possibilities of that scene until I don’t even realize I fell asleep. It works well enough, but I remember a night where Darkness got the best of me. It whispered enough scenarios into my mind that I was crying in bed. Sitting up. Hugging my cat. I was scared and I knew I was scared over something that was minor. I needed sleep, so I couldn’t distract myself with a movie or show, but I didn’t want to lie down and take another assault from the monsters in my mind. I needed to fight back, but I didn’t know if I had the strength.

Thankfully, there are tools to help. I ended up going to the Pandora music app on my phone. Turned it on the lowest volume and just listened to music. I chose Christian music because I needed heavenly help. I set my phone next to me and laid in bed with my eyes closed. All I did was listen to the music. With my focus on the music, the Darkness, the monsters, the fears, they all faded away. I don’t remember how many songs I listened too. I don’t even remember shutting the music off, but it helped me get through the night without being scared of the Dark.

Whatever Darkness that you’re facing. Whatever fears linger at the edge of your mind, I hope you know you’re not alone. You can reach out for help. Whether heavenly help, like I had needed, or help from a friend. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to be afraid of the Dark, but you don’t have to stay there.

Your Worst Self

Can you recall a time you felt you were your worst self? Whether some event occurred that caused you to blow your top, or sob your eyes out. When are the times you know you could use some improvement?

For me, it’s when I’m driving. Not only do I hate driving, but I tend to be an impatient driver. I don’t want to be in the car for longer than I have to be, so red lights and people slowing down for no apparent reason sours my mood like sour Skittles. I have a long drive to and from my workplace. On a good day, it takes thirty minutes. On a bad day, it can take over an hour.

My worst self is when I’m in the car, wanting to be home after a long day at work. People who don’t follow the rules of the road or even use their blinker easily gain a hardened look from me. If I have to slam on my brakes because someone who’s in a hurry cuts me off, I have a tendency to growl at them.

I’m trying to do better.

On heavy traffic days, I try to focus on the radio instead of how long the drive is taking. If someone speeds past me and is swerving through the lanes, I try not to grit my teeth, but take a deep breath and think they must have a good reason. Maybe they’re trying to get to a hospital to say goodbye to a loved one? Maybe their baby’s being born? Maybe someone they love is in trouble and they’re trying to get to them? Maybe it’s something more important than just wanting to be home or being late for work? I’m trying to offer a little grace, but it’s going to take a lot work.

So, how about you? When are you your worst self? How do you act when your worst self shows up? Do you growl and call people names like I do in my car? Make bitter remarks or cry your eyes out? What are you doing to help you be better?

Up to You

The other day, I found an old binder amongst my stuff. It was my drawing binder from when I was a kid. All the drawings and sketches I did on notebook paper ended up in this binder. I was going through it for the fun of it. A lot of drawings are objects from my childhood room, fanfic daydreams from games I used to play, or characters from shows I used to watch. I will say, the drawings improve with skill the further into the binder you go–which is a relief to me.

It made me smile seeing all the pictures in that binder. Even back then, I was crafting stories. Whether fanfiction or ideas of my own. Some of the pictures have captions that explain the story that goes with the drawing or who the character is and why they’re there. I even left myself a cliffhanger: A cute little story of boy and girl meet at a small town high school dance, they date for years, but she leaves to the city to chase her dreams. After years of being apart, the girl stops in that small town one night and hesitates outside his front door. She’s afraid to knock because she’s afraid her departure left him too hurt to want her back.

That’s it.

It’s a simple story and a common one, but I didn’t give it an ending. Does she knock on the door? Does he answer? Does she chicken out and leave? Who knows?

Perhaps, I left it like that for a reason? Some stories don’t need endings because then it’s left to the imagination of the one enjoying the story. You can decide the relationship between the boy and the girl. You can decide if she’s brave enough to knock on the door and if he’s not bitter enough to answer. Perhaps the boy was praying she’d come back? Perhaps he’d spit in her face? It’s all up to you.

What is Truth?

In a world where fear can cripple your steps or anxiety takes your breath,
I’ve been trying to pause and remind myself of truth.
When the negativity gets heavy and expectation tips you on the edge of the levee,
the truth helps set me right.
Even if I have to repeat it several times.

So, what is truth?

  1. I am alive
  2. I am okay
  3. I am not alone
  4. I am protected
  5. I have done nothing wrong
  6. I am loved
  7. There is a plan
  8. There is reason to hope
  9. There’s beauty if you look for it
  10. God is bigger

Play or Adventure?

Bloganuary writing prompt
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

I am a big fan of video games. I have series that I tend to stick to: Legend of Zelda, Pokemon, Elder Scrolls, and Sonic the Hedgehog. I grew up with a lot of the games in these series. Playing these games was something I did with my brothers as kids, and I do in my free time as an adult. As a child, I would consider it play. However, reading this writing prompt got me thinking about when I sit down to turn on a video game. I don’t consider it playing anymore, but more so diving back into an adventure or living a story.

The story is my favorite part about a video game. I love to see how the lore is expanded with the characters I grew up with. How’s Link going to save the world this time? How will your morals be tested in Skyrim? What new pokemon and team am I going to build next? Are my favorite characters featured in the next Sonic the Hedgehog game? Am I going to get to learn more about them?

You could say playing a video game is similar to reading a book except it requires a little more action on your part. Reading a book, it sits on your lap and you follow the story with the characters. You could even skip ahead if you want to. Playing a video game, the characters don’t progress unless you help them. As kids, my older brother and I got stuck on a game called Sonic Adventure 2. We were in the final arc. Everything was building up to the end game. Yet, we couldn’t get past a certain level. Back then, you couldn’t look the answers up online. We ended up not finishing the game because we got tired of trying that one level over and over again. We never got to see the end of the story.

Eventually, I did look up the ending (our game disk wore out and became unplayable), but the experience was missed. Reading the ending and “living it” through the video game aren’t the same thing. You miss out on all the hard work you put into it with the characters. Sure, you can look up all the cutscenes online, but you still won’t get the whole story. You miss all the action and the adventure involved in the playthrough.

So, while “playing” video games speaks for itself. I like to look at the deeper, story component. That portal that takes you to a whole new world and adventure. Because, experiencing a story isn’t always play.

Reinvent to Green

Daily writing prompt
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

If I could un-invent something, it would be carbon emissions. I’d take the brightest minds in eco-friendly methods today and go back to the beginning of our folly. I’d teach our ancestors how to better set us up for the future. Teach them the importance of all life on the planet, how much we need it, and what happens when it goes away.

Wouldn’t it be something to be able to go back and inform our ancestors of the mistakes we stumbled into? To change the course of history for the betterment of our planet so we don’t have to watch it slowly perish? So we don’t have to worry about leaving a broken world for our children?

Yet, time machines don’t exist, and I wonder what it would say about us if we went back and stopped the mistake from happening instead of living with it and fixing it in the now? That’s the easy way out, isn’t it? Imagine everything we learned along the way that we would erase. What good things occurred because of the world turning to carbon emissions? As much as I’d love to eliminate carbon emissions and save all the extinct or going extinct species, I can’t. We can only improve today. It may seem bad. The world may be falling apart, but it’s not going to get better without us and there’s still time. There’s still plenty of time to un-invent now what we can’t all those years ago.

Mental Break

I need a break from the worry
Of always striving to to do my best
I need a break from decision making
Of putting my judgement to the test

I need a break from the fear
Of doing something wrong
It’s what paralyzes the most
Makes me the opposite of strong

Try to take a step away
But the problems follow you
A choice you made yesterday
Comes around to haunt you

You think you’re flying high
And something sneaks in
Hits you on your blindside
Knocks you on your rear end

So take a moment, or a day
To stop and catch your breath
From your troubles turn away
So they only see your back

Sometimes all it takes
Is to put your focus somewhere else
Give your troubles for a while
Help you cure yourself

Then time comes the daily grind
You’re having at it once more
Facing all the toils and troubles
On wings like eagles soar

Write it Out

Something bothers,
write it down
Something troubles,
write it out
Get it down upon the page
So no one can take the story away
A tale here
A rumor there
Keep a record so you remember
Write down all the frustrations
All the grief
And when the time comes for it to speak
The evidence is there
And in the light.
Therefore, no one can deny
Write down
Record the truth
Hearsay
Rumors
Stories that harm you
Keep a record so you remember
But always hope things will get better

Two Years Ago

I remember being scared. I remember thinking I made a mistake. Two Januarys ago, I turned down a job at an Equine Reproductive Center. They were willing to accept me just because I was willing to learn. I saw it as a great opportunity to get more into horses. To learn the veterinary care in equine breeding and be out on a ranch.

But, it was an hour away from home.

An hour drive on one of the most accident prone highways in the state, and in the middle of winter. They didn’t sugar coat the job. Ranch life is hard. You need the proper gear to withstand the frigid air. Yet, I tried to focus on the opportunity, and the pay was quite nice. Could this be the path meant for me in life? Go into equine. Be a vet tech ranch girl. Breed horses for people who have herds of their own?

I was excited about it on the hour drive home, but further contemplation brought turmoil all its own. Accept the job, training takes a whole year. Accept the job. Do I really want to be there? What is it I wanted out of this thing called life? I was miserable where I was at. Maybe this job is worth it’s strife?

I tried to envision life on the ranch. Hauling hay. Doing exams. Moving horses. Foals. Maybe having to stay the night if weather sucked or the job required it. If I had lived closer. It would’ve been more enticing, but my heart still dreamed of a chance in the spring.

I talked it over. Decided for myself. I didn’t want the job. I wanted to be somewhere else. So this great opportunity, I turned down flat. Hoping, I’d get what I could get back. It was relieving and terrifying, putting it all on faith. Yet, look what I’ve got now. I’ve got leopards, primates, and grace.

So, no matter where you are. Who knows what can happen in two years. Hold tight to your dreams. Don’t give in to fear. Be clear on what you want and hold that faith dear.

Character Anniversary

Way back in 2010, I started an online writing roleplay based off of a book series I used to read as a kid. The roleplay is still going on, but I take breaks from it every now and then. It’s how I improved a lot of my writing skills. Me and other members would have all our characters interact. We would plan out plots and decide how the story would go together. I learned a lot from it. Got some leadership skills from it too and online friends who don’t go away.

About a year or so after I started the roleplay, I created a special character. Her name was Northstar. She was my “main character” for the roleplay and we went through a lot together. She was brave, kind, and always stood up for what she loved. She faced every challenge with her head held high. She always wanted to be a mother, but never had kids of her own. So, she viewed the characters who followed her as her own children. She had a tragedy beginning of losing her family at a young age and the touch of destiny looming her shoulders. She fell in love once, but lost it pretty quickly. After that, she became independent, never sought out love again because she didn’t need it. She had her family of nonrelatives. Northstar became one of the greatest characters in the role play that even her enemies respected her.

And, on January 4th, 2019 I killed her.

Time progressed faster in the roleplay than it did in real life and, despite all that she went through, age was an enemy she could not defeat. She recognized her time was coming and paved the way for the next generation. As much as I loved, I honored her with a peaceful death. She died peacefully in the gently falling snow, surrounded by those she loved.

I wept.

For almost nine years, Northstar played a part in all the stories I wrote on that roleplay with my friends. Letting her go was harder than I thought. It makes me wonder how many characters out there have broken their author’s hearts when the author finally decides to kill them off and let them rest? I’m sure there’s some authors who don’t care, but we each have a character we hold close to our hearts. I can think of several in my novel, I’d cry for days if I ever become brave enough to give them a glorious death. Sometimes its in letting go that the story can finally move on.

So, here’s to the fifth anniversary of Northstar’s death. She didn’t reach a large audience, but she still made an impact.