Sometimes the only solace a person can find is behind a locked bathroom door. That little toilet and rusting sink and cramped shower — a sanctuary. Because somehow those four walls equipped with that locked door, keeps all the evil and horrors and the screaming of your parents and the looks of disappointment and the physical hurting and pounding of your heart… out.
It’s behind that locked door where you have nothing to lose. You regain your composure, your strength, and most importantly, your forgiveness.
For others it may be a closet or under a bed. For me, it was always a locked door.
Unlock the door. It’s okay to come out now.
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