– I remember playing in my closet, where it was dark, warm and quiet. I could hear chattering and I felt safe sitting on that cool floor in the dark with whoever was talking. It was a happy chatter, it felt light and carefree, it made me smile as I felt the different textures of clothing hanging above me. I chattered back and suddenly asked myself “who could it be?”, “God” I thought, but to my surprise I realized that it was me, talking to a voice inside of me I did not recognize. With a shoulder shrug, we kept talking…