Normally I cower away from the lightning. With any glimpse of it, I go into a full on frenzy. The loud blaring accompanist of thunder doesn’t aid my sorrow either. The combination makes me want to hide in a dark corner with my teddy bear, and convert back into my former innocent child; the one who knew nothing of heartbreak and whose pain never passed the extent of skinned knees or bruised elbows. But today feels different. The thunder and lightning are roaring and flashing, but I’m not running. The normal anxiety attack isn’t riding up in my throat and I just feel at ease. The fear is no longer in my view and the anticipation of the storm is not killing me. I think I’m finally ready to bear it alone.