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Originally Posted by LolaCabanna
Yes, that is it ...and sometimes I wonder what's the point of opening that locked box , so to speak. I would have to unbury it and the chains around it are heavy, drag it to surface and then open it. I don't even know where the key is, it just seems so time consuming , a bunch of work. Then there is the fear of what I'll find. Ugh  |
Yeah, mine is in a sealed box, inside a closet, inside a locked room that has no windows.
My T assures me that there is value in unlocking that ****ing door, going into the room, opening the closet, getting out the box and then opening it. ugh. I'm afraid it's like those little jars of nuts that weren't really nuts -- you know the ones where you open them and those spring tubes would fly out at you? [do they even make those anymore?] Anyway, once it's open, what do I do with the stuff flying out? Because it's under pressure and will erupt, I'm afraid. And what if I cannot get everything cleaned up and put away at the end of 50 minutes? And worse, what if people SEE it??? T keeps telling me it's worth the effort to not have a box of poison sitting there seeping out and making me feel depressed because I have never addressed it.