Shedding
Shedding By Dizi 1/13/22 I spent much of my childhood years afraid of the dark. And who could really blame me? Consumed by all of the spooky things that our minds tell us lurk in the shadows… This fear of the dark permeated my life so deeply that as I grew up I began to just as passionately avoid peering into the shadowed parts of myself, for fear of the demons that might be revealed. Instead I focused on keeping shut the gloomy closet in my mind where I’d hidden away all the memories of my trauma; this closet that kept me up at night with the banging and rattling that came from within. I piled the debris of past sunsets and old love letters and anything else I could find in front of these doors that sought so desperately to be opened. But the darkness did not leave me. Although this closet was hidden away, kept tightly closed under lock and key, its darkness slipped through cracks, stretched out its reaching limbs and seeped its way into my thoughts, behaviors, and patterns...
