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There was a time in the past when I couldn’t sleep with the lights on. I would put a pillow on my face to block the light (if it’s still on) and turn on the side for easier breathing. If the lights were off, I’d sleep like a log.

These days, though, I can’t sleep without the lights on. When my mom died, it’s like there’s a need for all of us at home to turn on the lights. Not because we’re afraid my mom might appear before us but because we feel like we need the light to stop our lives from becoming too dark. Two deaths in the family can do that to you. You feel like the world is caving in and everywhere around you is turning dark and you are suffocating from it all.

You just have to have something to illuminate your dark life. And if the lights on can help, why not, right?





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