Time to clean house

I have to be reminded, again and again, that I should never under estimate the value of a friend, especially one I can talk to.

Actually having anyone to talk to in an outright, unguarded, pour it on me way, has great value.

And, as my friend (who I am lucky enough to know) reminded me, if I can't tell someone then I should write it down.  Even if I tear it up afterwards, or maybe especially so I CAN tear it up afterwards and throw it away.

There is great value in emptying out my head, whether it be symbolically, or in reality.

The accumulated sadness, badness, and trashiness, of old memories, bad thoughts, and unrelenting pressures begin to rot when left too long in small dark places.

Garbage doesn't care whether it is expunged by friends, willing strangers, counselors, or the act of placing pen or pencil on paper (yes, write it down, don't type it out because deleting just isn't the same thing as tearing something up.) 

The actual point is simply to diffuse it, get rid of it, take away its power -- even some of its power, because I can always come back and do this all again and again and again.