In the depths of my soul a box with a lock, its key unknown. This box is not just any container—it’s a repository for my darkest emotions, a place where sadness, anger, and grief are banished, never to resurface.
With the recent loss of my mum, the weight of grief threatens to overwhelm me, yet the idea of unlocking that box terrifies me. Its contents is like a Pandora’s box, waiting to be unleashed upon the world. Once opened, there’s no going back—what goes in can never come out.
The box serves as a grim reminder of my inability to confront my emotions head-on. Instead of facing them, I choose to bury them deep within, hoping they’ll stay hidden forever. But like a dormant volcano, they simmer beneath the surface, waiting for the slightest provocation to erupt.
I convince myself that keeping the box locked tight is for the best, that it’s better to let sleeping demons lie. But the truth is, the longer I ignore it, the heavier the burden becomes. The weight of my unspoken emotions threatens to crush me from within.
And yet, the thought of opening that box fills me with dread. What if I unleash a force I can’t control? What if the darkness consumes me entirely?
So I continue to lock it away, pushing it to the darkest corners of my mind, hoping it will stay there forever. But deep down, I know that’s not the answer. I know that true healing can only come from confronting what lies within.
But for now, the box remains sealed, its contents a mystery even to myself. And though the key may be lost, I hold onto the hope that someday, I’ll find the courage to unlock it and face whatever lies inside. Until then, I’ll continue to navigate the maze of my own emotions, knowing that the only way out is through.
My Kidney Transplant Journey 