At the moment Im yawning at my computer screen because it’s getting dark quicker and quicker now that we’re in the middle of winter and if I’m being honest, I don’t have an ounce of energy for this reflection that I’m trying to type.
It’s not exactly and easy one to scribble down either, I titled it demons in a box because I’ve always noticed how the sheer amount of time we have to dedicate to our job amongst other hobbies puts us in a perfect position to ignore all the soot that’s developing in the back of our minds.
The worries, the doubts, the insecurities and all the twisted virtual cables that make up who we are get pushed into this box that perhaps we think we’re one day going to open up never to really open it again…that’s if our state of mind doesn’t crack and pushes us into a position where we have to open these boxes anyway.
I’ve done my very best over the last 5 years to be as deeply honest with myself when things are not going well with me. I know that for a long while I’ve harboured a pretty heavy weight on my shoulders because of peak moments in my emotional past.
It’s stuff like this that I need to find someone to help me unpack them with in order to keep me on the straight and narrow, from giving in too much to the parts of me people don’t see too often because I’ve learned how to hide them far too well.
It’s crazy, some of us really do develop this great outer glow that seems to attract the attention of everybody nearby, not really knowing just how ghastly the demons we keep can be as they lay silently within the confinements of the boxes we left them in.
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