This is difficult.
I’m not usually vulnerable on here, but I need to talk about something. After being in the closet for so long, it’s time for me to speak my truth. As a writer, this blog is the best place for me to do that. And I really appreciate YOU for reading this.
Being in the closet is in no way a fun experience. When you have no one to talk to it’s easy to shut down, to get lost in your thoughts. For that reason, I have a lot of pent-up emotions... soI’ll try to not write too much!
I feel like I’ve been in the closet forever. But when it really comes down to it, I’m the same person I was when I was trapped in there. “Trapped” might seem like a strong word, but I assure you, I do not use it lightly. When I was in the closet, I truly felt that I would never get out - and that often led to despair. Despite all this, I have no regrets - because coming out has only made me stronger.
I cannot write this post without thanking my support system: my friends and family. These are the people who helped me come out of the closet. These are the people who listened to me when I told them that I was stuck inside my closet because a shelf fell on top of me - pinning me to the ground and jamming the door shut. They have been there for me ever since they heard my muffled cries of help from underneath a pile of sweaters that smiled like dust. They are the ones who helped lift the suitcase filled with my brick collection so that I could get up off the closet floor.
Coming out of the closet hasn’t been easy. I never know how someone is going to react when I tell them that I got trapped in my closet for almost 48 hours when reaching for a two-year-old bag of Peppermint Patties that I had just remembered were behind my bowling ball on the top shelf. It’s a strange journey - but it’s something I’m finally ready to talk about - hence the blog post!
If you made it this far - thanks for reading! And definitely feel free to share. If this post reaches even one of the millions of people who are still in the closet because they put too much of their weight on a flimsy shelf just to eat some old candy, it will all be worth it.
I’m not usually vulnerable on here, but I need to talk about something. After being in the closet for so long, it’s time for me to speak my truth. As a writer, this blog is the best place for me to do that. And I really appreciate YOU for reading this.
Being in the closet is in no way a fun experience. When you have no one to talk to it’s easy to shut down, to get lost in your thoughts. For that reason, I have a lot of pent-up emotions... soI’ll try to not write too much!
I feel like I’ve been in the closet forever. But when it really comes down to it, I’m the same person I was when I was trapped in there. “Trapped” might seem like a strong word, but I assure you, I do not use it lightly. When I was in the closet, I truly felt that I would never get out - and that often led to despair. Despite all this, I have no regrets - because coming out has only made me stronger.
I cannot write this post without thanking my support system: my friends and family. These are the people who helped me come out of the closet. These are the people who listened to me when I told them that I was stuck inside my closet because a shelf fell on top of me - pinning me to the ground and jamming the door shut. They have been there for me ever since they heard my muffled cries of help from underneath a pile of sweaters that smiled like dust. They are the ones who helped lift the suitcase filled with my brick collection so that I could get up off the closet floor.
Coming out of the closet hasn’t been easy. I never know how someone is going to react when I tell them that I got trapped in my closet for almost 48 hours when reaching for a two-year-old bag of Peppermint Patties that I had just remembered were behind my bowling ball on the top shelf. It’s a strange journey - but it’s something I’m finally ready to talk about - hence the blog post!
If you made it this far - thanks for reading! And definitely feel free to share. If this post reaches even one of the millions of people who are still in the closet because they put too much of their weight on a flimsy shelf just to eat some old candy, it will all be worth it.
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