Sometimes I feel like my heart break is going to consume me. Like if I just let go and close my eyes I could slip away into oblivion. And no one will even know.
I don’t suffer from depression, but I think everyone has a closet deep inside, that no one else ever sees. One that you keep closed, keep locked from the outside. Because if you open it, all the pitch black pain, loneliness, hurt, betrayal, heart ache, will swallow you up.
I think that for some of us, it’s easier to stay there, just outside the closet door. Or maybe with the door just cracked open a bit. Because falling into oblivion is so much easier than moving away from it.
I am an optimist. I am positive. I look for the bright side. I I serve others, I try to do good deeds. I am polite, uplifting, encouraging. I am happy.
Yet I have a closet that I hide away.
My life guru once told me to put all the past in the closet and burn it to the ground. And at that time I did. It was a huge blessing. Perhaps burning it down is something you need to do periodically.
Because the cold black from my closet is trying to ooze out and grab my heart again. And I know if I don’t put it back in the closet and lock the door. I may not recover from the heart ache that awaits me.


