I am afraid of the dark. It sounds lame, an adult, being scared of the dark. But this fear was borne out of the crime committed against me in 1987. Since that time I have faced many fears and conquered them, but not this one. But I am OK with this fear. I understand this fear, why it still impacts on my life and why I don’t ever think it will go away. I often refer to it as an irrational fear, but when I really think about it, it isn’t that irrational after all.