The Basement
ever since my my wife and i have been together i used to tease her about having a basement where she kept everything i ever did wrong that she would go down to bring up whatever she needed to support her current argument toward the the end of my dark days i figured out that i had a basement also, but in mine i kept past hurts i also learned through my moments of clarity that i had the ability to go through the boxes i kept down there i visualized a dark cobweb filled basement floor to ceiling with dust covered boxes most of the boxes were unmarked and there was no order to what was in each i began walking down the stairs n my mind and became more comfortable with the fear of the unknown i began to open the smaller less threatening boxes i wasn't ready to do anything with them yet but i was able to at least move things around in the box as time went on i would began to pick things up look at them closely and even decide what i wanted to do wit...