Something happened. But isnt that life? Things happen. Life happens.
My therapist says I compartmentalize too much. Lock my true feelings away in little compartments….boxes. I box myself in. I say therapy…..shmareapy. You can visit my studio area and pick a door. Behind every door is me. Holed in a box. But you can only see what I want you to see. Im not that closed off. I dont think I am at least.