Growing up in a Christian fundamentalist home imprinted the fear of darkness, sleep, and death, and it stuck in my psyche and soul over time. The talk I heard at home and at church was all about sin, damnation, and punishment. These terrible words and threats froze my childish vision with fright as solid as a driver's panic when spinning out of control on black ice. These words and threats retreated into the dark crevices of my unconscious mind to resurface over and over as a vague, free-floating anxiety that I never expressed.