Being a counselor means being let into a lot of dark, disgusting closets. And I mean a LOT over the past fourteen years. Sometimes the closets contain misogyny, racism, and lust. Sometimes theft. Sometimes deceit. Sometimes just plain old self-hatred and shame.
From my corner of the room, I am now 100% certain that every single person has things they'd rather not let out of their closets.
The question is not if, but when and maybe who. The truth always surfaces. The hideous truth. When the owner of the closet reveals it, there remains a tiny gem of hope that this human can be redeemed. When someone else is pulls back the curtain, our hope dissolves.
Opening that closet is the first step to cleaning it up. Open it early and often if you want to be healed.
Unsplash photo cred: Polina Kuzovkova