I am not a fan of storms. As a child I was fearless, so I am not really sure when the dislike started. The chances of actually getting hit by lightning or having a tree fall on you is pretty slim, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing the lightning would go away. My fear must be a creation of my own making, kind of going along the theme of the more you know the more you know you do not know.
Even as an adult I have used the “if I am under the covers nothing can hurt me” method of tricking myself into feeling safe. There is something truly magical about laying in your bed warm and cozy, it is a safe place to face your fears. At the moment I have so many fears I am not sure where to start. I have found a good nights sleep helps me put my best foot forward when staying in bed is not an option.
At some point I will stop dreading the small things that come my way. Someday the fear will start to dissipate. I am not sure I will ever run into a storm, but at least I know I can weather anything that comes my way.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.