Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

Chapter 271 Cleo When something traumatic has happened to you the one thing you want to do is forget that ever happened you want to numb the pain and you have different ways to cope sometimes you could be mechanisms may be healthy and sometimes you're coping mechanisms may be a bit questionable the morning or if you are making peace with the fact that it happened and you have no control over it then you are making progress. I don't claim to be a saint no do I claim to be someone else who hasn't done mistakes because I've said it before and I'll say it again perfection doesn't have stories to tell it's imperfection that has a lot of character and stories to tell so at a point where I feel as

It's true, in the world I live in, there are only a few people you can tell that are true to you, you're lucky if you have, but if you don't then you also need to be able to adapt because if you don't, you will definitely be left behind. I need to, I have to pretend that I want to go around with them. Because I am afraid to be alone, I am afraid to be left alone. I feel like I’m drowning in my own emotions when I’m all alone. And this is what it caused me when I got used to the attention that people around me were giving.

It’s the big Go Fish t-shirt that belonged to my dad, the same one Rome made me wear the last time he was here, the one we laughed about after we… I should burn it, throw it to the back of the closet, bury it under a pile so I never have to look at it again, but I don’t. Instead, I put it on, swallow down my tears, and rub my eyes, ridding them of any evidence before there even is any evidence. I take in a deep breath, school my features as best as I can, square my shoulders, and walk out of the closet. He’s still in the same position I left him in; he doesn’t turn to look at me when I step out of the closet. I feel my heart tearing, because it doesn’t feel like a tear with clean edges, no.

“What?” She sat up. “Why is it always just about me? What about you?” “Because… because…” He fell silent. Because if I start to talk, everything's going to spill out, everything about how I feel about you. And you can't handle that, Jenny. Not yet. Maybe not ever. “Maybe it’s time for us to talk about the link between physical closeness and emotional closeness.” He blinked at her no-nonsense tone. “OK.”

Her heart ached, but she knew that this was a crucial moment for them both. ‘Yes, Theodore,’ she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. ‘I can forgive you.’ He stared at her, but her generous clemency only heightened his sense of disquiet. It made him realize then that if they wanted some kind of future together, he had to go one step further. He had to open up in a way he had never done before. But it wasn’t easy—because everything in him rebelled against further disclosure. Wasn’t it his ability to close off the painful experiences in his life which made him so single-minded? Wasn’t it his reluctance to actually feel things which had protected him from the knocks and isolation

he pleaded, taking a tentative step forward. "I am." "And I know the financials look terrible—" "They are terrible." "But you're incredibly emotional right now, El. We need to sleep on this." I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second. Emotional. There it was—the oldest, most reliable weapon in a manipulative man's arsenal. I wasn't a doctor tracking a paper trail; I wasn't a mother protecting her child. I was just an *emotional woman* overreacting. I opened my eyes, and the final trace of hesitation evaporated.

It's weird. "It's not weird, it's called opening up, which is another word for freedom, you can't keep your emotions bottled up inside, even when you're a leader and you feel you always have to be strong, that's bullshit. You carry other people's burden, it wouldn't hurt to speak yours now and then." I said, stubbornly, making him smile, again.

"Who are you?" Sarah smiled gently, "Hello, ma'am. I'm your psychological counselor." "But isn't this an emotion release room?" "Yes, but emotional release is just a way to make yourself feel less tired and less sad. The real issue is still psychological. The feelings are only temporarily suppressed, not truly resolved." It was like crossing a bridge—a submerged bridge on your necessary path. You could choose to wade through with wet shoes, but you couldn't always walk around with wet shoes. The woman sat down nervously, her eyes darting around insecurely.

It could even pass off as a gown. I needed to think about what I was going to do about the way I was feeling. I looked around the closet and it was filled with expensive things like wristwatches and rings.. They all had the way they were arranged. Maybe I was stalling, maybe I just don't want to see him yet. A part of me doesn't want to step out of the room just yet. I don't want to see the disdainful or irritated look on his face yet. So I just focused on the closet like it was an important task and not a mundane one.

He mumbled and closed his eyes, hiding any emotion I could read from both me and the rest of the world; Emrys had never talked about volunteering to go to counseling ever, no matter what, and I remember once my then mother -who’s actually my sister which I still have had no contact with- had suggested to him that a counselor could and would help, but Emrys threw such a fit about it that my also fake dad had made him sleep elsewhere for four nights in a row… Now I realize Emrys had probably bunked with Laker or even Anton for those nights. Emrys hated when emotions were involved, I always thought he was scared to let people in because when people are inside, they could shatter you quicker tha