It bugs me how people who don’t “get” Horror will look askew at those of us who do. There’s a slight lifting of the nose, a certain look of disapproval, if not condescension, in the eyes. I’m sure you’ve seen it. They think there’s something wrong with us—not realizing that we think there’s something wrong with *them*, and that we have evidence to back up our opinions. Horror is psychologically healthy. It lances our psychic boils for us. If those things weren’t pierced and allowed to ooze, to relieve internal pressure, eventually they’re gonna pop. That’d be messy.
Here is a thoughtful, personal account from a fellow Horror dude recounting how his love and passion for Horror movies helped him get sober. Good for you, dude. Good for you.
I think the werewolf in particular holds extra relevance for those struggling with addiction. How else must it feel, to have this hunger inside you, driving you, and you know that if you give in to it then it will end up destroying you and hurting those around you? Those battling addiction have monsters inside them, monsters they must constantly struggle against. This is the power of the psychological archetype, of which monsters are the most primal. They show us ourselves.