I remember I used to live in a very big house. I would walk in and out of every room freely.
As far as I knew there was nothing wrong with any of the rooms. Some I liked better than others but no room was out of bounds.
Then a specific room became off-limits. Older people would tell me how inappropriate and inconvenient it was to enter that room. I saw the same message everywhere, in books, magazines, TV shows… It was very clear that I should stay away from that room.
It started to scare the shit out of me and so did anything and anyone that resembled that room. Therefore I had to avoid a whole part of the hallway. Afraid of what would happen if I came anywhere close to it.
I started to feel constricted in my movements, fearful of every step that would lead me in the direction of that dreaded room.
We all have a room like that, some call it sadness, others call it anger.
We’re constantly teaching each other how to look at the bright side of everything, how to cheer up, look at things differently, read this quote (and hey I’m guilty of loving quotes), say this affirmation. Constantly reinforcing fear.
Hardly anyone ever teaches us how to enter the room. How to hold the door open for us while we stand right there, in the middle of our own humanity, strong in our stance, beautiful in our vulnerability.
We don’t always need cheering up, we don’t always need motivation and a different perspective. Sometimes we just need someone to hold the door open for us while we go in and through.
Coming out the other side free to walk around the whole house again. Free to live.