I used to be very afraid of the dark. Leaping into my bed after turning off the lamp before the claws beneath my bed could catch my ankles and drag me straight to Hell. I would lay there tucking myself under the covers, waiting in a few moments of silence to make sure that I was alone.
This fear has dissolved over the years, I think, due to the fact that it was simply a misplaced fear of being alone. The name Lucy means “Bringer of the Light,” and I find that I can be my own little light in the dark now, but I have only kept it to myself. It has become my new fear now, wondering how to share it. Wondering how to not be alone.
Luciana, 27
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Hello Luciana, I enjoyed this short read. I like how you bring your words to life. Yet I do recommend that you always share your light, you never know who may benefit. I decided to do that with my own memoir. It was not easy revealing even a little of my story but I decided to be brave and do it for the sake of revealing whats hidden and being a support to those who would not understand what they are going through otherwise. If you have time come visit ShanayaNour.com and learn about my not so average spiritual battles. Even if you don’t have time, I will follow you and see how your memoir progresses.
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Shanayanour thank you very much for your support! I will happily take a look at your blog, and congratulations on the book!
Robin, you sound like the Great Gatsby! The green light…always watching…
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