I'm Not Insane! I'm To Blame!

Death.

That's good as it gets to describing what you saw from your first moments of life as you watched your mother's hand get absorbed, eaten, gone.

Sciophobia: the fear of shadows.

That's what you've been diagnosed with. Paranoia, anxiety, every bad emotion and you still jumped in your skin when faced with darkness, fear that it will swallow you whole.

Fear, that it wasn't just hunger in the darkness.