A couple of years ago, I told a therapist (a pretty good one) about how chaotic and limitless the thoughts in my head have always felt. He tried to frame my perspective with a metaphor: Imagine our thoughts are individually contained in boxes with lids on them, and that most people can pick which box they want to open, thereby releasing that thought. Is it like all the boxes in your mind are always open? I said not really—it’s more like all the boxes are open, launching themselves into the air, and aggressively hurling their contents into my face over and over.

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