Storage Closets and Padded Rooms

Posted on 26 Aug 2014 @ 6:27pm by Lieutenant Elijah Williams IV, M.Sc.

469 words; about a 2 minute read

Timeline: MD 08 - 0830 Hrs.

"Computer begin personal log...

This storage closet has become the representative of my life... or at least my head. It's crowded and not very organized. Someone should really get in here and organize this place, geesh! So why am I hanging out in here do you ask? Simple. To escape the world, or more appropriately, an eight deck starship. Plus there are no dang Tribbles in here, I saw to that. But really, it was just so I could have a few minutes alone and I didn't want to bother Grayon and there are just Tribbles everywhere.

A lot has gone on over the past couple of days; I've barely slept because of it. There is all that stuff on Lyshan Three that is just plain creepy and of course there is all the inner demons I am dealing with. Which, you'd be happy to know I finally snapped... at Andreus Kohl nonetheless. Okay, okay, so snap might not be the appropriate word but I did sort of just like burst. For so long I have built this wall to protect myself from people and he like took a pick axe - to use a tool of my trade in this little analogy of mine - and began to chip away and chip away until he cracked the damn wall!

I am not sure if I am relieved, angry or just downright scared.

All I know is that it happened and there was some relief in that I got out some of what I've been holding in. But then there was a consequence, because there always is one right. I had the nightmare again; I haven't had it in a very long time but this time it happened. Before I could just shrug it off but reasons unknown to me, I can't shrug it off this time. Maybe because someone knows more details than I had let on earlier. Maybe it's because I let someone in. This is just too confusing for me.

I probably need counseling."

Chuckles

"Probably? That is the biggest understatement of the year, right? I definitely need counseling, but see here is the thing... I have tricked so many counselors into thinking I am okay. I am not sure if I know how to not trick them. It's probably more about me tricking myself since I have this underlying fear they are going to lock me away in some padded room. I got locked away in my room enough as a child, I don't need that kind of stuff as an adult."

Pause

"Container ten-ten-alpha-nine, hmm I had been looking for that. This place really needs to be organized. I have sometime to kill, soooo... I guess I will work on it.

Computer end log."

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