Walking home from therapy today I felt like I was dropping all the words from the last hour in the puddles behind me. Not in a way that meant I was shrugging them off, but more like a constant leak of crumbs. The loaf of bread is still mine, but those crumbs, man oh man, they get strewn everywhere. It’s funny how the brain works, those pesky neural networks, super highways of highly emotional belief systems… It’s exhausting trying to reroute those things! But I’ll keep trying.