Why do we hold on to pain? Of memories and instances that torture your mind, and sometimes body. Of instances that happened years ago, lurking in the outer, the peripheral darkness, of your mind. The light does not shine on these corners, the thoughts and memories that live in the light are the ones we use in our everyday life, the good ones, the happy ones, the ones that make us feel better about ourselves, and wholesome about who we are… The other ones, the forgotten ones, the ones who we wish never existed, the ones that brought us hurt and humiliation; the ugly, disfigured, vile beings that were once formed out of these experiences, still survive in the darkness.
These horrible creatures used to live in the light at one point in the past, they took over your existence and crushed your waking life. They tightened their grip on your throat, so that you suffocated and gasped for breath with every moment through your day. Heartbreak, betrayal, persecution, desperation, jealousy, shame, insignificance and loss are a few of their names. In these times they dominated the room of your mind, crippling you of your ability to think and feel rationally. But ‘time’, the faithful and steady healing water of our existence, helps them fade away; growing ever smaller into the recesses of the room.
Yet they never truly leave the room, they hide in its depths, away from your consciousness, so that your daily life may continue without the slightest hindrance or disruption. Until, one day, be it weeks, months or years later, you face a circumstance, or something someone said, indirectly or in passing unaware of what it triggered in you. A grenade that was thrown into the room in your mind, grabbed onto by the very monster it represented and exploded in its hand, bursting and spewing out of its seams a whole mess of emotions you thought you had buried and left behind. The monster rears its ugly head and laughs, rejoicing at this moment of triumph at its short but impactful reawakening. It thrives, knowing that it can cause as much damage as it possibly can while it is in the light.
And you crumble. Your reality loosens at its edges, and spills over, in viscous blobs of self pity and doubt. And for a while you wonder whether you really are sane after all, of why after all this time, this monster still affects me this way? Can these lurking monsters ever be killed? Or are we doomed to hold onto them forever, hoping that they do not resurface again, and never knowing if and when they ever will. How do you deal with the monsters that inhabit our selves, they are our demons, the ones who weigh us down and yet we cannot unburden our shoulders of their presence. The ones that cause cracks in your self, your identity and make us question our own personality and feelings. Why am I the way I am? Is the only way to move on, to figure out a way to learn and live with our demons, and accept the fact that you will carry your pain along with you always, hiding just beneath the surface…?