Keys are access. Keys are privilege. Keys include. Keys exclude. Keys hold multiple truths. I hadn’t considered the power of keys until I held a set that quite literally allowed me out and kept others in. Among all the heavy things to carry working in a locked psychiatric facility, the physical keys that let you in and out, gave the heaviest weight. Freedom. I can go. You must stay. I can have. You cannot. My choices are great. Your choices are limited. Your choices are circumstantial. Mine are not. Holding those keys meant bearing witness to the anger about my freedom and this became a large part of my time working there. The keys became symbolic of internal struggles. External frustrations. Anger. As I became humble, the keys emerged as a teacher. A viewfinder. To listen. Learn. Reflect. Mostly listen. And be willing to consider multiple truths. What it felt like to hold the keys. What that felt like for others. The greatest lesson of those keys was to offer them. Without pretense. Free from assumption. But offer them as being okay to talk about. To not turn away, but to know their significance. And to be aware of the inclusion and exclusion all in the same breath.

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