The Memory Box

I've decided it's time to let go. My last relationship didn't end well, and for me letting go has been hard. But, I can't live this way any longer. I can't be this half-formed person who tries to live in the past, present and future at the same time.

All the memories, photos and trinkets need to go. I don't want to destroy them, but I can't have them staring me in the face every time I turn around. That's where the idea of a memory box comes into play. I can lock these things away until I have some scars to protect me; then, maybe, I can remember the past two years without feeling sucker punched.

I keep reminding myself I have agency. I am a whole person.

I will not run anymore.

Lizzie

Introduction

I'm not entirely sure what I want this blog to be: an account of the things that happen to me, funny, sad or strange or an account of what I desire to happen to me.

I suppose we shall see in time.

Lizzie