Binge and purge

I’ve divided my life into three bins – get rid of, keep and repair. As I’m sorting through my possessions I’m also sorting through my memories. That skirt I bought to go salsa dancing - gone, that t-shirt he bought me that I never liked – gone.

As the possessions go what happens to the memories attached to them? I’ve been holding onto memories, stuffing them and the possessions into tighter and tighter spaces until I’m bursting at the seams.

A few weeks ago I was having dinner with some friends. In the course of the evening I was explaining that I’d been having odd dreams and clenching my jaw in my sleep. One of my girlfriends asked if I was holding something back that needed to be said. My first thought was that it was something I needed to say to K or in something to do with him.

After weeks the answer finally worked its way up it’s attachment to the things and the memories I shared with the Boy.

As I’m clearing out my house embracing the memories and setting them free I’m making space in myself, my mind, my heart.

-Chel