I think this morning of birds, how Eileen loves them. And I wonder if she is a bird I must release. I know she is not well. But I know, too, that I cannot bear letting go. I see so painfully now that important things never do end happily or easily, that flesh is torn and fabric hangs from the fence as you jump and get caught.
Releasing birds is overrated. Sometimes it’s easier to let them rest on your shoulder and outlive you.
If we don’t let go, Monkey, I am scared we’ll never heal.
The Sandbox is many things, including a long tale of some painful therapy with a therapist named Eileen. It has been my goal to share my story of what happened to me, from the inside out, along with the long road to recovery that I've endured to make some peace and sense.
I am currently in the process of writing a book which is due to be completed in the fall of 2018. I also plan on updating the website with content around this topic.
In the meantime, I have included some resources at the bottom of the section called Things That Help.