The Monster In My Closet
When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid that there was a monster hiding in my closet. I’d keep getting up to turn the light on every few minutes thinking that the light would chase away the monster. I remember losing so much sleep because of this monster who was afraid of light. I even remember what he looked like — He had wings, he was around seven feet tall, he had black feathers, and his eyes were all white. He was terrifying. For years, I believed this monster would hide away in my closet whenever I’d goto sleep and wait for the right moment to eat me. But one night, something terrible happened: I got up to turn on the light and it didn’t come on. My first instinct was to run out of my room and tell my parents to let me sleep in their room…But I didn’t. I didn’t because I thought to myself, “I’m not going to let this monster chase me out of my own room. This is my room! not his!”
That night I laid in bed terrified, sweating, not able to sleep…Waiting for the monster to jump out of my closet. Eventually I fell asleep, and the next morning there was no sign of a monster. Just a bed full of sweat.
I like to think of my fears and anxieties as that monster. you see, usually we make up these stories in our heads, and that’s really the only place where they exist…In our heads. They can keep us up at night, they can prevent us from doing things we want to do…and they can cripple us.
But eventually we need to stay there and confront that monster, and prove to ourselves…that there is really nothing to be afraid of.