Scared of the dark

As a child I was locked in closets. That made me claustrophobic. Let me back up some.
My grandmother who took care of us while my mom worked, use to  lock me in the closet during the day. It was a very dark and scary place for a scared little girl. I can remember wetting my pants then getting whipped for that. So I learned to hold it all day.
I was told if I told mom, I would be in worst trouble. So in my  mind I couldn't even begin to think of what else she might do.
So I grew up  very scared of the dark. Even after I became a mother, I would wet my self before I would be able to go into a dark room to get to the bathroom if I was home alone. I couldn't go outside after dark, or even go near a door that led out doors.
I couldn't ride in an elevator. I couldn't shut a shower curtain to take a shower.
For several years, I couldn't even stand someone to hug me, it would take my breath away. It was like they were coking me.
The weird thing was, I had to have all the lights off if I was home alone, so I could see. I knew that  would give me the advantage over anyone if they were in the house.
I was very paranoid.
When healing started, the Lord didn't leave the closet out. His way of dealing with it was to take that little scared girl back to the dark closet. Let me explain. I had a closet in my house that had a sticky door nob. One day as I was praying and seeking the Lord, He led me to go into that closet. I shut the door. It stuck, I panic. I kicked the door in. Then a peace came over me. I felt the Holy Spirit say, "The little Brenda is stuck in the closet no more,  she is free."
He knows our hurts and pains. He knows how to set us free. Praise His Holy Name.