I sit on a box of demons

Just after I started counselling, I felt a lot worse before I started to feel better. One evening, my counsellor was worried that I might hurt myself and she wouldn’t let me go home alone. I called a friend to get me and I spent the night at her house. I wrote about my box of demons the following morning when I awoke at about 5 O’Clock in a strange bed, unable to sleep.
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I sit on a box of demons. Sometimes I would forget there were demons in the box and I’d think about getting off.
“I’m bored. It’s time to do something new.”
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Then the demons would get active and try to get out. That would be a tough and upsetting time.
“Oh god, I’m going over the edge.”
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So I’d have to push down harder on the lid so they couldn’t get out.
Keeping the lid on the box did restrict my ability to do things.
“No I can’t go off having an adventure. I have to keep the lid on this box.”
I got really sick of having to mind the box all the time.
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Eventually I got off.
Now I have to fight off the demons before they’ll go away.

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