The biggest thing for me was:

“Don’t put me in a box!”

“Don’t tell me what to say, Don’t tell me how to feel, in that way.

When all along I put my things in a box, And hid them away.

It’s okay, I wasn’t ready, I was taking it steady,

All my things were safe and locked away in my box.

Then one day my box started to shake,

The locks and keys rattled,

And I jumped back startled.

I sat on my box, hoping the locks would hold.

As I grew with the years I became bolder,

Wiser, and older,

Or the things in my box became stronger,

And somehow a voice within me said:

“Face the things in your box, or they’ll burst open and injure.”

So with support and professional help,

I peeked in my box,

In a safe space I saw that if I opened it once in a while I didn’t need the locks,

And of course there were shocks, in my box.

But the pressure inside was released,

And the different coloured things would waft and wave as I realised,

They weren’t so scary now I was wiser and older.

And a little bit bolder, to ask for help.

Help with the things in my box.

I started to see the things fly by and the voice within me cried,

Accept them, see them as they are,

Integrate these things and you’ll become a star, shining bright.

Brighter be the light to balance the dark things in your box.

So now I still have a box, but it’s not bursting at the seams,

And whenever I need to I try to understand what it means,

And ask for help; from a professional if the feelings too pressured.

They provide a support valve,

They help you weather the storm,

Find a harbour to rest in, and continue at dawn.

Until the next thing comes along, to put in the box.