Today, in the interest of Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You, I...went down in the basement alone. And spent some time down there.
It was rough at first, but I powered through.
I began to go through boxes. Some things I went through were mine from years ago when we first moved in. Other things were newer.
The cement floor felt cold and unfeeling. But I powered through.
I spent almost an hour down there. Alone. Finally.
Christmas music trickled down to my ears from the living room. I let the trauma reverberate and vibrate through me. I looked in disbelief at my basement, a cleaned up crime scene. I sifted through memories and found gems beneath boxes and papers. I found pieces of myself down there, nothing to do with Rick. It was meant to happen. I faced the fear. I felt the fear. And I let the fear leave me.