#fear of the dark
Do you ever have those strangling, suffocating nightmares, where you wake up and you can’t fall back asleep because it was too horrifying? And then you just sorta stare off into space and pray you never see that again, and you go through so many steps just to fall into a restless sleep. I can’t. That was last night, and I am so scared to fall asleep, I am so scared of the dark, I can’t even walk to the bathroom without feeling panicked. I was impressed I made it to the trash can across the room without dying. I can’t stop crying because I am so. Scared. It was a dream, and it paralyzed me. I can’t sleep, I can’t move, and I am not a night person, but there’s no way I’m sleeping now. How does someone’s brain hurt them like this? When did I become such a scaredy cat??? Anyway, good night my loves, I hope you have sweet dreams ❤️❤️❤️❤️
“Here’s a secret. Until my mid-twenties, I was afraid of the dark. Not just walking down a deserted street at night-time — though, like most women, I would avoid this where possible. My fear followed me indoors. I couldn’t go to sleep at night without the ceiling light on. The idea of being alone in darkness, even in my own bedroom, was panic-inducing. My heart would pound, my breathing would quicken, and I would feel certain that something terrible was around the corner.”
This weekend my work is accompanying a beautiful piece written by Precious Adesina on Financial Times Weekend, in print and online
(The State of Mind issue)
Massive thanks to Emma Bowkett for entrusting me with this dream of a commission.
Head over to Financial Time to read more, or grab a physical copy! ❤
You got to watch them, be quick or be dead. Snake eyes in heaven, the thief’s in your head.
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Iron Maiden, 1980.
