The problem with the past is it's already behind us. There are no do-overs, no take-backs, no Jedi-mind tricks. What's done is done. That is also the most comforting thing about the past: Looking forward.
Unless you are stuck. Stuck in a life before the current one; living in-limbo, between what is and what was.The problem with limbo is the people in your present (potentially future; see "when we become human") aren't fully fledged humans yet. You have given them the impossible task of fending off your demons before they can warrant a place in you heart.
For the record, for anyone who has ever done this intentionally; please don't. The types of people who are willing to go into battle for someone else's wounded heart, rarely survive the fight.
After a year and a half of fighting off someone else's demons, the warring died down but I no longer knew who I was, without someone else's battle cry. When I dyed my hair black, in response to the darker times, you would wake up, in the middle of the night and tell me I looked like your Ex. Then blame your Ex for all the reasons you couldn't be good to me. So now I was the embodiment of the problem, with the eyes of the solution.
Please do not wonder why we didn't work out.
Months later, you have made your past my future, the way root vegetables make everything around them rotten. The battles I fought for you have now become my own. But I refuse to have someone else fight them for me. No; I could never damage a person like that. Instead, I will teach myself a new battle cry and take several breaths in the right direction.
We are only as small as our darkness is big and, today, it looms in the shadows. Yesterday it mocked me from my mirror, made jokes about the way the fringe fell on my face.
Further than the problem, however, is the solution: An opportunity to do something right in spite of the hardships. Maybe that's closure. Maybe that's leaving someone else's toothbrush in a mason jar.
The truth about who we are is that it has to shift, to make room for all we will become.
The truth about keyboards is the shift-key makes them something new.
The truth about keys is that they lead to doors.
The problem with doors is that we never know exactly when it's time to close them. To leave the past behind; no do-overs, no take-backs, no Jedi-mind tricks.
This is Me:
My name's Melissa. I'm the girl with her hands in her journal. Married to my best friend and planning a lifetime of adventure!