For as long as I can remember, darkness has been my silent tormentor. Nyctophobia—the irrational fear of the night—clung to me like a second skin. The moment the sun dipped below the horizon, my breath would quicken, my palms would sweat, and every shadow seemed to morph into something sinister. Even as an adult, I insisted on sleeping with every light in my apartment blazing, much to my roommate’s annoyance.
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It was a power outage during a storm that forced me to confront my fear. Trapped in pitch-black silence, I realized: This fear controls me. I decided to fight back.
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