‘I just don’t think about it,’ she said. ‘I know that if I did it would ruin me and I wouldn’t get out of bed and I wouldn’t work, so I just put it away in this box and one day in a few years’ time, when I’m ready, I’ll open it.’ I didn’t think it sounded healthy to keep all that pain inside. Wouldn’t it start to rot? Crawl out into her dreams?
