My OH has this thing she does. Things from the past that were not good. She puts them metaphorically in a box and there they stay. They don’t ever seem to come out. She knows they are there but they are shut tightly away in their box. I’ve always thought this a bad strategy. I’ve told her so many times. Told her that one day they will come out of their boxes and run all over her. They don’t though.
I have never put my past away in boxes. But it’s never done and dusted. Bits and pieces of it are there in my face all the time. They make me ill. They destroy my will to live.
I need to learn to shut things away in boxes.