I want to ask, if anyone else thinks of their mind as a house? In my mind, I have a room for everything, each room is a different color. Some people are allowed in most of the rooms, there is a room for the remains of people and animals that I loved, a nursery where I sometime imagine my daughter is still little and I can hold and rock her again, some people who hurt me or have upset me I have had to lock in their rooms.
I have a garden only for me it's my favorite place. I started imagining my house when I was a little girl but of course, I thought it was just the house I wanted when I grew up.
I was sitting outside today sorting boxes in my mind, they are color coded depending on how I feel about a memory I am putting in the box, when it occurred to me the house in my mind is getting larger and larger. Just wondering, if I am the only one that tries to sort their feelings in this way? I feel like such a freak sometimes.
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