THE BLOG

Somewhere in my head there is a box with a glass lid where every memory that could hurt or anger me is stored. I can often see these memories, watch them play out again and again without feeling the emotions each contain. My theripist calls this box compartmentalized repression. I cannot unlock my memory box. It has been closed for so long that the lock has rusted, and the key won't turn. Over the years, these memories have sat festering in memory residue, molding and degradi

Going to lunch has been interesting. Some days it has felt like a chore and I have had to pry myself away from my desk. There were a few days that I did not leave my desk for lunch. Friday was different. I scheduled a 45 minute lunch on my calendar and left when I had scheduled. I decided to go home for lunch mailnly to swap vehicles. On my way home, I had a protein bar. When I got home, Corey was making speghetti and he shared some of it with me. I went up stairs with my bow