Horror stories

It is easy to see the dark side of Satan, or Godzilla, or Jaws, but to find that same side in Mary's little lamb, or the beautiful blue bird singing outside the window, or your partner, is a truly terrifying.

It is the thing we fear most.

My worst nightmares as a child were ones in which my mother turned into a werewolf coming up the steps at school, or where she flicked her fingers in the air and fire appeared out of nowhere.

In fact I read a study about mothers once.  It seemed that as long as they were relatively predictable, their children were comfortable with them.  Even if that predictability was cruel.  It is the unexpected that stirs up all of our insecurities.

When a trusted one's dark side peeks through, it steals our security and if they follow through and whip the rug out from under our feet too, the world becomes a dark and scary place.

Life is unpredictable, unknown, unbearable.

But it is only the beginning of a new story.  On the other side of all this horror is a better story.  One of resurrection and strength from having survived the nightmare.