The Healing Power of Horror ‹ CrimeReads

In the weeks after having my first child, I found myself dipping in and out of a very dark place.
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Around six o'clock every evening, I'd cry-my body heaving-thinking about the long night ahead. The midnight spell when I would feel more alone than I'd ever felt in my entire life. Somehow each hour of the night managed to stretch long beyond its allotted sixty minutes. Hopelessness enshrouded me like fog.

It was in one of these dips, during one of my many spelunking missions into some rabbit hole of doom, that I fell in love with the horror genre.

Five years ago, I never would have believed that my own debut novel would be a horror. And yet, here we are-Dearest published just last week-and I'm hoping to continue writing in the genre for years to come. Because the horror world is not only illuminating but also intoxicating.