Bad things come at night
Night is a terrible time for me anyway. As soon as it gets dark, and especially if I'm by myself, I am immediately nervous and on guard. Realistically, I should know that no one is going to jump out of the darkness and grab me, but the feeling of being watched, or for someone to jump from the shadows ad grab me overwhelms me. All panic attacks or anxiety issues come at night. Flashbacks come at night. Nightmares (obviously) come at night. So it's safe to say I'm not a night person anymore.
A convoluted bonus: I am most creative when I am driven by fear and anxiety, but I wish I could write about other things. I wish I could write objectively about other topics of interest. However, my therapy is writing about what happened.
As I write this, the sun is going down, it's almost dark and the nervousness and anxiety are starting to kick in. I have no relationship with my mother and she never really was one to comfort me anyway (only in the superficial, someone is watching kind of way), but I really wish I could have a hug from a mom right now.