childhood insecurities lie dormant deep in the gray matter of adult consciousness hidden even from those recalled memories of youth until an event or a few words stumbled upon by a friend or lover triggers those old suppressed emotions bringing the soul to its knees as the conscious mind realizes it’s still at the mercy of irrational doubts about self and even life this epiphany has driven some mad others take to their bed but most develop hysterical blindness to the past and merely go about their daily routines as if they have no fears but in the darkness each shadow now has a new voice clearly heard while others sleep
i suppose you’d find it hard to believe that at my age i can easily climb to my treehouse but i can and do it’s where i go to be alone with my thoughts trying to make sense of the senseless or finish a dream that i didn’t want to end i’ve been going there for years whenever life becomes chaotic or just too depressing for words i go there for a little r&r now if for some reason you can’t recall your childhood treehouse or hiding place you may want to increase your cognitive load and reconstruct it you’d be surprised how much magical healing is still there
Read Between the Minds 