Daddy, there is a monster in my closet.
“In your closet, is it?”
Uh huh
“Are you sure about that, Baby?”
It is very loud, Daddy. It must be.
“I think I know what it is. I think it is in your head. It is the voices. The ones that tell you to be scared of strangers. The ones that tell you to doubt. The ones that tell you not to trust anything good in your life, because you are not worthy.”
Why can’t I get them to stop? Or at least be quiet for a second?
“You know they are wrong, and I can help you. That is what I am here for. But Baby, if you want me to help get rid of your monsters, you will have to let me release mine.”
Yes, Daddy. Please.
Lisa Gray 