~Masks~

One thing I've been thinking about recently are the masks I own. I'm fairly certain they are the same masks EVERYONE owns... happiness, strength, determination, anger, etc. Those emotions we "put on" to hide deeper, more vulnerable feelings. When I'm honest with myself, I can say that fear, rage and loneliness are my big three. Those are the main emotions I battle. Most of the time I win, sometimes I lose and when I lose...it's {as my son says} EPIC. I have an amazing life. A husband who adores me, children who are healthy, brilliant and loving, as well as a home that I treasure. Yet, I still battle back those damn demons from my childhood. I keep hoping that one day I'll open my eyes and it will all be erased, gone forever from my memory. One big black blissful hole in my mind. But, no. It's always there. So, I continue to pull from my cabinet of masks. 

Everyone has their own cabinet of masks,
whether they choose to claim them or not.