The Basement

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.