Ghosts (TRIGGERS!)
TRIGGER WARNING
I am freaking out. Freaking the fuck out. I had a total revisit to the panic I had as a kid tonight. Laying in bed, trying to escape. The one where I swore someone was looking at me from the doorway. The one where I turned and felt someone behind me. The one where I decided to imagine whatever scary, horrifying image to explain the fear.
When I was a kid, I believed in ghosts. I swore I heard them. I swore they were real. I was obsessed with the supernatural. ANYTHING that explained this fear. I know I am going to ramble, but the thoughts are coming so fast, and rather than lie in bed terrified, I figured I'd get up and write and be terrified.
I once heard a quote by Stephen King. He said that the supernatural (ghosts, sightings, etc.) was just the expression of family secrets. I remember hearing that and being totally fucking floored. (I am shaking so hard right now, trying to turn this fear off.)
So, tonight when I had a revisit from the "hide-behinds" and the devil in the doorway, I analyzed the fear underneath these extreme images. The only thing that ran through my head when I tried to calm my heart down and analyze it was "Don't get out of bed. Stay in bed." This always translated into total paralysis for me as a kid. Locked under my blankets, terrified to move. I don't even move when I sleep.
This is bringing up so much. I am so fucking jumpy. I feel like I'm going crazy and making sense out of things all at once. I spent my entire childhood being afraid of the dark, of things that I saw in movies, of things that I imagined. And I realize, that deep down, it was just a way to make sense out of the paralyzing fear that gripped me for which I had no explanation. It was easier for me as a 4, 8, 12 year old to put a face (ghost, horror movie, etc.) to this fear than to face what it really was. I still don't know completely what happened to me... is something coming up now?
Are these revisits to these images and fears a way of protecting me once again from what really lies beneath them? Years and years of pushing away the truth? Years of burying more and more family secrets?
I am freaking out. Freaking the fuck out. I had a total revisit to the panic I had as a kid tonight. Laying in bed, trying to escape. The one where I swore someone was looking at me from the doorway. The one where I turned and felt someone behind me. The one where I decided to imagine whatever scary, horrifying image to explain the fear.
When I was a kid, I believed in ghosts. I swore I heard them. I swore they were real. I was obsessed with the supernatural. ANYTHING that explained this fear. I know I am going to ramble, but the thoughts are coming so fast, and rather than lie in bed terrified, I figured I'd get up and write and be terrified.
I once heard a quote by Stephen King. He said that the supernatural (ghosts, sightings, etc.) was just the expression of family secrets. I remember hearing that and being totally fucking floored. (I am shaking so hard right now, trying to turn this fear off.)
So, tonight when I had a revisit from the "hide-behinds" and the devil in the doorway, I analyzed the fear underneath these extreme images. The only thing that ran through my head when I tried to calm my heart down and analyze it was "Don't get out of bed. Stay in bed." This always translated into total paralysis for me as a kid. Locked under my blankets, terrified to move. I don't even move when I sleep.
This is bringing up so much. I am so fucking jumpy. I feel like I'm going crazy and making sense out of things all at once. I spent my entire childhood being afraid of the dark, of things that I saw in movies, of things that I imagined. And I realize, that deep down, it was just a way to make sense out of the paralyzing fear that gripped me for which I had no explanation. It was easier for me as a 4, 8, 12 year old to put a face (ghost, horror movie, etc.) to this fear than to face what it really was. I still don't know completely what happened to me... is something coming up now?
Are these revisits to these images and fears a way of protecting me once again from what really lies beneath them? Years and years of pushing away the truth? Years of burying more and more family secrets?