I used to be terribly afraid of stepping on cracks. You know… the ‘breaking your mother’s back’ thing.
The wooden floor in our old barn was a challenge, but luckily, the floors in our little shack of a house were all smooth linoleum.
It wasn’t till I got to college and was able to speak to a psych counsellor there, that I started to deal with memories of my mother coming to my bed in the middle of the night.
The counsellor says it’s okay for now… that I step on every crack possible… we can deal with that later.
The wooden floor in our old barn was a challenge, but luckily, the floors in our little shack of a house were all smooth linoleum.
It wasn’t till I got to college and was able to speak to a psych counsellor there, that I started to deal with memories of my mother coming to my bed in the middle of the night.
The counsellor says it’s okay for now… that I step on every crack possible… we can deal with that later.
