The Door

My parents bedroom door – 2019

The Door.

This Door.

This ugly old stained Door.

The significance of this Door, throughout my life has been heartbreakingly, paralysing and as I sit here writing with tears streaming down my face, the powerful erratic emotions are stil very evident.

There is always choice.

The next part of my story is about a 13 year old little girl called Shellie, a nickname given to her when she was tiny and a little girl that I know oh so very well.

The enormity of that night which my younger self experienced, led to living a life very much unprocessed and coming from a place of fear;

A life of struggle.

A life of inner turmoil.

A life of self abandonment.

A life of self punishment.

A life of resisitance.

A life of feeling a failure.

A life of feeling ashamed.

A life of rescuing and…

An incredible awareness of other people’s pain.

An openess to meet people where they are at.

Authenticity.

Unbelievable insight and knowledge.

Deep connection.

Overwhelming love for others.

Forgiveness.

Gratitude and…

Grace.

For her… this is all for her to honour her strength, resilience and bravery for against all odds and alone, she saved her Mother’s life that night.

All Rights Reserved – The boy in the chip 2019

Author: Michelle Denness

Wife, mother to three incredible kids and aspiring writer/poet. I am passionate about sharing personal stories to empower others and this space is for me to be open and free with my thoughts. This is my journey...

2 thoughts on “The Door”

  1. And how many more lives have you saved and improved by your amazing work with others.

    I can only imagine what writing this was like for you. Thank you. All my love to you and your 13 year old self.

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