The trip down memory lane allowed many old feelings to surface that I had hidden in dark boxes for months on end. One of the first things I unearthed was a possessed-looking urine soaked (the feral cats did it) stuffed bear that was gifted to me by this guy I dated almost a decade ago. I formerly could never stomach giving that stupid bear up. It was like I had to cling to those bad memories and remind myself of the hell that I chose to be a part of for so long. It was liberating to put him in the garbage. I finally let go of all that nonsense... (I hope that no aspect of Toy Story is real because if it is that will certainly be one evil bear with a menacing vendetta.)
The mementos I chose to hang on to were quite... interesting. Most things ended up in the trash or in the clothing donation box for the women's shelter. I did how ever come across my favorite holiday sweater. Here is a teaser for you:
I also discovered this gem, which is a card from a different former boyfriend...
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| "In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds." |
And my favorite part; the inside.
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| It has "Be gentle with yourself" crossed off and "Happy Birthday!" penned in |
So meaningful! ha ha..
A story was undoubtedly told with all the items I had set aside. Though some parts of it were tough to swallow, I think it was a good reminder that the path I took to arrive where I am now was not an easy one. However I firmly believe that the crucial things in life are often times not supposed to be easy. But the important thing is that I am here now. The important thing is that I made it through hell and back a few times in my humble little life.
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