Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

They did not know the real relationship that was going on between me and my dad because I chose to hide it. I am not to show people my problems. Then I immediately walked into the classroom. As I opened the door and shut it behind me, it felt as if it was a comfort zone for me. Because one step into this empty classroom, and then I’m all breaking down. It’s as if the classroom is just telling me to pour out my emotions to it, and it will be here to comfort me.

Anton felt a certain performance pressure lessen on his shoulders. “The physical ones, of course, we can handle,” said Dr. Mehta. “We can see them, clean them, stitch them up. But emotional ones? These ones like to hide, to speak in whispers in the dark of night. And what the job of this place is, it seems to me, is to bring these into this light, into this quiet room, and simply say, ‘I see you. You’re a piece of my past, but you’re not my boss.’ Would either of you like to start with one of these whispers?” The silence fell again, but it was no longer the same. Laden with the responsibilities of confession.

Antonio stood still as her arms wrapped around his neck. He didn't pull her close, even when she pressed her body against his. He felt the pressure of her lips, yet he didn't yield. His mood was ruined, his emotions bare. He had opened up a part of his heart, one that had been locked for years. He never talked about his mother. It was a sore topic, a painful memory, one he kept hidden. But she made him open up, and all the emotions he buried deep had awakened.

She spoke, her voice calm but tinged with empathy, "People can disconnect from their emotions for various reasons, sometimes as a survival mechanism. For some, like Nyx, it becomes a habitual way of life, long after the danger has passed. We have to remember that, for them, emotions have been a source of pain and vulnerability." Throughout Nyx's therapy sessions, Dr. Jimin had repeatedly asked him about his feelings, seeking any emotional response. However, Nyx would often deflect, recounting practical details rather than delving into the depths of his emotions. It was as if he had built an impenetrable wall around his feelings.

She rather misses an important business meeting than missing her exercise. I intentionally close my eyes, feigning to be asleep so she'd probably leave me and go, and it works. I feel bend and place a soft kiss on my hair before muttering, "it's going to be okay, Hazel. Just hang in there," and she switches off my light before going out. God, she even set my alarm for me. The minute she's out, the river bank I've been trying to contain finally break out on their own accord. All the memories I buried these past years come playing in my head and numb every other thing in my mind so that I can think only about one man.

I said as a cloud of tears covered my already watery eyes. I sat at a corner, visualizing the person who one night turned out to be my sister, a person l called sister since I was young to be my mother. How do they want me to take this, to just accept it? “Mark embrace yourself. You are a man. You should not be doing this ” I spit at society, for defining a man. Why can't I show any emotions, why do I have to bottle everything in. It is killing me slowly and they can not see it.

Jacob drooped his eyes and straightened his lips. His tone was so close to the absurdity that he said vaguely, "I'm really insane." "…" ‘Yes, you are. However, being splashed in public does hurt self-esteem.’ Ashley didn't know how to comfort him. She walked into the men's clothing store and changed the topic, "Brother, please change it. It's uncomfortable to wear wet clothes." Jacob didn't move. Ashley picked up a hoodie and stuffed it into his hand, "This one."

Now another obstacle has been blocking her way, where she does not know where to pass since all the doors are closed to her. Her chest constricted as she sobbed. It was the first time she had had the confidence to express her emotions in years; for the previous years, she had suppressed her sentiments and soothed herself by pretending that it was all nothing to her and accepting it by concealing her true feelings. And now, all of the emotion she hides explodes like a bomb after the realization, "I did not mean—to not show up in th—e competition, I did not mean it," she sobs.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian