Painful, shameful, humiliating: these memories shape us more than we know.
They help define us in ways we hardly realize.
But what do we hide behind, how do we cope?
Addiction, depression, obsession, compulsion, anger… We all use something.
We hide the ugly behind thick walls.
I wanted desperately to be someone else. To erase the person I was; the one who wasn’t good enough.
But we cannot erase. We can only hide, only avoid, only numb.
Our secrets are still there. We have only to look through the cracks to know it’s true.