DO NOT OPEN

She's tired and exhausted, sick of moving boxes. Dark, dank, and dusty is this place that nobody else sees. You see, like the dark corners of her mind, she finds this place with no lights to hide all the unused items of her life. Her sight is steady and although she's a little sweaty, she's willing and ready to find the peace of mind that comes from the time invested to fine tune the congested clutter of her life. So many boxes... regardless of the amount, and time it's going to take, she's conscious that she's running out of space. Stacking box on top of box, she's in need of a strap, reaching up to the top, she lost balance and one falls in her lap. Out of all these unused pleasantries, this one was labeled "DO NOT OPEN... Box Of Bad Memories"

Damn...

Already weak and now paralyzed by the pain, you might criticize this woman and form thoughts in your brain like: 'Why does she keep that?' 'Is she insane?' 'Get rid of that box, don't hold on to that pain!' But she gathers herself, her composure she regains, re-stacks the pile of boxes, her emotions she restrains.

There's a reason we hold onto bad memories of the past, we use them as tools so the lessons learned will last. Just by seeing it, she's reminded of who she is and who she wants to be. Guided by the contents in this box of unpleasantries.