Brightness has always been uncomfortable to me. Maybe it’s because my mom never opened the curtains when I was young. She’d scream, “You’ll go blind,” then tie a blindfold over my eyes and sit me in the corner for hours.
It was ingrained in me that daylight was bad and darkness was good.
Looking at lit skies and seeing what’s out in the world is still hard. Even now, I have shades on inside the house.
Maybe one day it’ll hit me how my mom’s depression doesn’t have to be my reality.