I used to be. Not sure why or when it happened. I just was. Sending me to bed first was what my folks hoped would be the cure. Now there was nothing there but I imagined there were monsters under my bed, in the closet and generally any room with the lights out. I would turn down my bed and with my hand on the light switch, run to my bed as soon as I flipped it off. Under the covers, I was safe.
I really don’t remember how long I was like this or when it finally stopped but one day I could even sit in my closet, with the door shut, and not feel afraid.
Compared to others I met, I found there was not much I did fear. Spiders, snakes, heights, water and I hoped even death. I was afraid of diving into a swimming pool for almost a year when I did a belly flop on a dive and really stung my chest. The next summer I finally did manage a dive and I was fine ever since.
I used to climb buildings and trees and not be fearful looking down. I remember even having a recurring dream as a child where I would get back a few steps and then run at full speed off a cliff. I would, always waking before I reached the bottom. I remember being told by somebody that if I hit bottom, I would be dead.
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