I close my eyes, I breathe, and I see it a deeply unconscious metaphor that has been running my entire life. I see it so clearly in my mind. A pitch black room, so dark it feels endless. The kind of darkness that does not just surround you, but presses in on you. There is a bed sitting quietly in the room, barely visible beneath the heaviness of it all. And then there is the closet… And inside that closet, a little girl.A little me. She is frightened. Frozen. Curled tightly into herself as if making herself smaller might somehow make her safer. Her body is tense, her breath shallow,…