Not sure what the commercial is for but it shows a man walking around with his wife stuck on his back...think of that body/weight as your past.

Some of us carry a 100 lb "body" of yuck around, some of us carry a 100 lb body of healthy muscle.

But we all carry something from our pasts on our backs.

Everyday. 24/7.

I didn't go in to T to work on childhood issues either. I crawled in there on my hands and knees in a total state of crisis.

I thought "three months tops" and I'll feel better.

I didn't want to deal with stuff I thought I had done a pretty good job of minimizing. But the stuff is sneaky and has a way of slipping out from the darkness to tug on T's arm.

And like you, I felt slimy when I had to look at things better left in the dark. Things that were looming. But I thought...no biggie. I'm tough. I can handle it.

It's like those poor birds caught in oil slicks. They are covered in black slime and cannot lift their wings to fly.

And the birds have no choice, the oil slick just shows up one day and bam...they're stuck in it drowning unless someone helps scrub off the oil.

It's a loooong haaaaard process.

I had no control once the oil slick consumed me but I was thankful to have T there to help scrub my wings/petals.