It's been nearly a month that I've started boxing things. It's been therapeutic to me. After a long day, or a bad one perhaps, the best thing I felt to do was to box things away. It's like a piece of my soul, connected to boxing was being cleansed away, slowly. I feel better afterwards. It's like talking to a stranger about your problems. All of the venting, the anger and the steam is just let off, easily, without great consequences to you.
Boxes have begun piling up and S is not happy about it. But it makes me feel better. Slowly, we're moving. There is some sort of physical evidence that this all will be coming to an end, I will eventually get better and we will be out of here. There will be an end to all of this.
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