Happy Room Essay

My mind is filled with many avenues and passage ways. Crevices and Rooms filled of times of my past and present. The good: open with welcoming smiles to anyone. The bad and ugly: locked but with the key still in the hole for anyone willing to enter. My mind is colorful to say the least. I can be thinking of anything at any given moment. There’s a room at the farthest point of the hallway, its door the darkest of red, the doorknob the same color. This is the room that my deepest fear stays trapped in.
With my deepest fright stuck in this room, I can say that not many people have wanted to enter but one. The room is cold as a winter night. The walls are a dull gray. A hard leather recliner sits in the left corner of the room with a cream blanket thrown across its back as if waiting on someone to come take the warmth it provides. A …show more content…
Unlike many of my other rooms in the hallway of my mind this room is not thought about on a daily basis. I instead think of my happy rooms that remind me that my life is one that is fully lived, have it be my room of childhood bliss to rooms that store happy family memories and my many firsts in life. Those other rooms are friendly reminders that the room at the far far end of the hallway does not need to become a reality.
I built this room in my mind the day I was told that I was in remission. It is the only what if room in my mind as I try not to dwell too much on this aspect of my life. Hence the reason that I am very open about it. This room being hidden so far back in my mind is also a testament of the good outcomes I see for myself but at the end of the day, this is the room that makes sure it is remembered every three to four months as I walk inside the cold halls of Miami Children’s Hospital to the third floor to my doctor’s