Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

Stroking her hair again, he said, “I don’t know what that is, baby.” Natalie’s heart ached for him. He was telling the truth—he didn’t know what it was. He had never had any real examples of love in his life, and he was convinced from the things he had done and was capable of doing that he wouldn’t be able to feel an emotion like that. He’d only been a child when he’d closed himself off. A child who didn’t want his uncle’s words or treatment to be able to hurt him anymore. Closing himself off so early like that had stunted his development, and he was, in a way, emotionally immature. It was that which was stopping him from untangling that knot.

everything I am but well, closeted. “Keep your voice down,” I muttered feeling my throat tighten, I loved the spotlight and headlines but I wasn't actually picturing myself up as. Young gay closetedfreak spotted in a downtown hospital treating std… no,hell no. He laughed quietly, a low sound that crawled under my skin cutting into my thoughts

Mom looked at my closet then, as I had done. “We could always get you something new,” she said. “Maybe you would feel more open to things if you had a new outfit.” Talking like that, it was clear she knew I felt some hesitation about all this. That made me want to open up to her a little more than I had been. I was so tired of bottling everything up. At this point, I felt like all my bottle emotions might just explode out of me and make a terrible mess of things. “Mom,” I said, prepping to ask what I really wanted to know.

As if whenever my anxiety got the best of me at school hiding in the bathroom would somehow protect me from my nervous thoughts. Hiding doesn't fix the problem. Hiding is running away from the problem. My emotions right now are nothing but a roadblock and in order to remove the roadblock, my feelings need to be put aside so my brain can think straight. So that's what I do, shove it all back into the imaginary barred cells of my mind and lock it up as if the overwhelming emotions were never there to begin with. It's easy—because when someone takes something precious from you, nothing else matters until you get it back.

Lana cried for an hour before she picked herself up from the floor , she still felt like sobbing after all , collecting all those grievances from her past life , how could she not cry? How can an hour of sobbing completely free her of her pain? For twelve whole years Lana suffered, not an year went by when she didn't suffered under Ella or Xander . Wrapping the blanket around her ,she slowly crawled her way into the bathroom. It was her first time yet Xander treated her worse than those whores who did such things every day . He was simply ruthless!

It appeared to me as if he was just going to say something to me from his heart and as if something was stopping him. Such an expression often protects oneself from being emotionally naked and laying our emotions bare in front of someone. In a relationship, people should not be able to only strip down clothes from their bodies, but they should also feel safe in stripping down their emotions in front of their partners. At the moment when someone is capable and confident enough to do that without being attacked or having felt vulnerable, only then is it real love.

She had managed to go through the day without eating and it was telling on her. Deep inside, Emma felt the need to cry but being one who preferred to lock up her emotions, she kept them in. She didn't want to give her enemies the joy of seeing her break down. She refused to let herself fall even if it was in her closet. She reckoned there wasn't any part of her life that she was fortunate to manage without the input of anyone except her true emotions. With Colton, she had tried to grant him asses but due to his busy state, she never got around doing it or even feeling comfortable enough to do it.

The network had confused understanding with permission to heal repeatedly. My chest tightened. “They believed healing could not begin until someone else explained the damage first.” “Yes.” That truth settled deeply through the system. Because emotionally abandoned people often search for logic inside pain. Explanations feel stabilizing. Answers feel safer than uncertainty. So eventually— they begin emotionally chasing closure from people who may never possess the emotional maturity to provide it. But eventually— another truth quietly emerges: closure is not always something another person gives you. Sometimes— it is something you choose internally when you finally stop reopening the wound se

He pulled her along and threw her into the closet, locking the door in a rush before Emily could get her balance and rush to escape the room. “You’re going to listen to me!” Jackson says from the other side of the door. “I’m locking you here for the rest of the day, till the smell goes off. I can’t afford your stinking body to affect my whole house. You should stay inside this closet forever and I’ll come for you whenever I want you. As for breakfast or lunch or dinner, you’d be getting none, until you figure out where that smell is coming from inside your body.” “Jackson!!! You can’t do this! You can’t lock me inside the closet. You can’t do this to your wife!” Emily kept crying as her frag

With everyone in the pack house, I decided that it would be best if I closed myself from everyone’s emotions until I was more comfortable. This is something that I do when I anticipate being in a large group setting. I will start being completely closed off, and then person by person I will open up. Sometimes a person’s emotions are so strong that the intensity is overwhelming.