Seriously. If I get a bump in the night, the battle belt goes on and I grab the shotty. I cover the door and put on my boots. There are no clothes in that equation.
TMI.
When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always.