Sometimes I write down words that I don't want in my head and try to leave them there with T. I have a box on his desk, but sometimes I don't even want them in there. So, T and I looked around his office for another place I could leave the words that feels safe and far away and contained, and we ended up sticking them under the carpet on the other side of the room, far away from the couch.

That sounds weird. But therapy is weird.