This song came to me for a contest last year. It is a collaboration between a few musicians on Broadjam. Sometimes I use my gift of music to bring awareness to a situation that needs to be changed. This song talks about the secrets we carry around – like skeletons. 1 in 4 women are affected by domestic violence. Although she may not say it. She may be afraid to talk about it, I was. Because then it is REAL.
The Daily Prompt is about Secrets. I wrote a song about SECRETS not too long ago. There are so many things we try to bury. Pretend they never happened.
She carries her secrets around in a box, hides them in darkness keeps them locked…
Shoves the box under the bed, some things are not meant to be said.
~Diana Rasmussen AMETHYST SHARDS
Take those things we don’t want to talk about, shove them in a ‘box’ in our hearts, and hope they never come up again. I think they grow in there. Yep, the more I tried to stuff in there, the worse it got. And the sicker I got. And the more I wanted to hurt myself and others. Not a healthy way to deal with things.
Eventually I found people I could trust to share my ‘box of secrets’ with. Yes, I had to go to counseling and pay someone to listen. I have gotten ‘help’ more than once in my life. Different counselors, depending on what state I was living in at the time. Yet, I have to say, overall my experience was good. Having someone to share these things with helped me. I have heard it said that you are only as sick as your secrets. I believe that.
The more secrets I held in about myself, the more I lived in fear and shame. And shame will haunt you like no other ghost can. It will condemn you everytime you look in the mirror. That shame may have been put there by something that you have done, or even, what someone has done to you. I had a lot of those secrets. Abuse, Domestic Violence, lets just say that things happened that shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t right. Those were the things I had to let out and share with someone I trusted. And once I did, I was free of them.
Finally after years I found a Christian Counselor, she was the easiest one to talk to. Her perspective was different. I could talk about God there. I have shared a few secrets with some of the Pastors in my past. Some, not all. God knows what I have lived through. And I know He loves me and forgives me. He was there.