Wicked Wednesday Prompt #170
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
I wasn’t sure about this week’s prompt. It’s not that I’m unbroken, I just didn’t know if I had anything to say. Turns out that I do.
The worst part of being broken, for me, is the mask. Having to pretend that I’m mended, having to interact with people when I don’t want to. When I’d much rather just stay inside, pull the covers up over my head and hide from the world. Having to smile and be nice, be polite to people I don’t even like. When I’d much rather tell them I don’t want to talk to them today, I don’t want them to talk to me.
But part of letting the light back in means having to do all of these things. Part of letting the light back in is going outside, is talking to people, is pretending – ‘Fake it ‘til you make it – as the old saying goes. The more I smiled the happier I became, the more I talked to people, the more they talked to me, the more I came to realise that I wasn’t the only one having to wear the mask, having to pretend. Everyone had days when they just wanted to pull the covers up over their heads.
I am broken, some days I still have to wear the mask but I try not to let it stop me letting the light back in. I’m tired of living in the dark.
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