I have been unpacking and organizing for far too long now. But I am making progress. At our old house, where we lived when I went through my breast cancer (mis)adventures including surgery, chemo and radiation, after treatment I stuck my wig and chemo caps on the shelf in the closet. Sometimes while looking for something else, I would come across them and get the unwelcome memories.
This morning, I made a better decision, I stuck them in the bottom drawer of a cabinet and they will stay there, hidden away. The only things in the drawer are cancer related - wig, chemo caps, wig stand, a few books on coping with cancer. Nothing else.
That means I have no other reason to open that drawer unless... unless....
Let's not go there. Ever, I hope.