My mind’s “junk-drawer”

We have a “junk-drawer” in our kitchen. It’s the drawer where coupons, batteries, a hammer, screwdriver, pliers, tape measures, a flashlight, matches, lighters, cat-nip,  and the assorted 1/2 used birthday candle packages lay scattered about. It’s a small drawer, but it seems, it has the room of Mary Poppins magic bag. It holds everything and when we (meaning my husband) tries to clean and organize it once in a while, it is amazing the gifts we find in there. We probably will never have to buy another tube of super-glue or a magnet again. I wouldn’t describe myself as fastidious, but I do have a place for everything, everything has a place in my home; the junk-drawer is the exception.

I have the wonderful ability to compartmentalize. In fact, one of the visuals that I used when my repressed memories started to emerge, was that the file cabinets burst their seams and the drawers came busting out. I could no longer close them, I had to begin to process my past. In fact, the last file-drawer, the one that was never to be opened, I  purposefully unlocked, went through it and was able to deal with the last of those compartmentalized locked up memories. I needed to go 100% in and not leave anything locked away. I wanted and needed to process my past.

It seems I have a junk-drawer in my mind.  It’s different than the “monkey-mind” I get when I sit down to meditate. This is the place where random mind-spinning thoughts live when I try to sleep, or where self-doubt resides waiting to be pulled out, or the should be doing, why did you eat that, did you work out enough today, or as I found the other night while lying in bed the image of a scary movie I didn’t see will pop in my head.

One of the terrible symptoms of PTSD is nightmares. One of the tools to practice when you get into bed is good sleep-hygiene. I usually listen to a podcast every night to stave off the night jitters. The other night I was laying there enjoying the breeze coming through the window, and BAM, the clown from the latest horror movie popped in my head. Someone in my facebook feed had gone to see the movie and shared the picture letting all their FB friends how much they loved it.

Somehow that picture popped up in my minds-eye and wouldn’t leave. I even said aloud, “that’s dumb, go away now,”  and turned up the dharma talk. But nope, in the junk drawer of my mind, that one clown turned into a whole posse and would not get out of my head. That’s how I decided that I must have a junk drawer in my mind, that holds the random bits of life that just get in your head, as well as the things I need to take out every now and then.

Perhaps I just keep putting more and more in that drawer until it needs to be organized. The real junk is thrown away (like the clowns) and the rest neatly put back until I open it and invite the messy sides of my human nature out to acknowledge, learn from and put away. The hammer, lighters, batteries, and other “essentials’  in our house have a small drawer in our kitchen, I guess, I decided, that I also have a small drawer in my mind  that holds my “junk.”

image source: Pixabay

Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph

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13 thoughts on “My mind’s “junk-drawer”

  1. lhalvor September 27, 2017 / 8:19 am

    Thanks. Explains a lot.

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  2. Alexis Rose September 19, 2017 / 9:41 am

    Love that we have the same stuff in our drawers. That humanness that connects us all. Thanks for coming from the reblog! I really appreciate that. 😃

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  3. charliecountryboy September 19, 2017 / 6:54 am

    That’s great, you hooked me with the drawer straight away. How can we live so far away and have exactly the same stuff in drawer?😀😀. Good advice on the mind, thanks for sharing. Oh, I got here via Velmadunkin by the way 😀

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  4. chrissy September 19, 2017 / 6:45 am

    Interesting concept. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Me September 18, 2017 / 9:42 pm

    What a great tool. Hope you don’t mind if my mind borrows this idea. I needed this today 😜

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  6. Alexis Rose September 18, 2017 / 6:37 pm

    Thank You! ❤️❤️

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  7. Alexis Rose September 18, 2017 / 6:29 pm

    Thanks! Im glad you can relate, although sorry you too have PTSD. I love the visual of cleaning and reorganizing your trunk. 😊

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  8. poeturja September 18, 2017 / 3:13 pm

    Love this! Will take your advice and try it on those dark days…

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  9. velmadunkin September 18, 2017 / 2:11 pm

    Reblogged this on fiercefabulousfunny and commented:
    I think my junk drawer is more like a junk trunk. It’s pretty big. Great words of wisdom. I too suffer from ptsd. I suffer from the memories of my past. As of late I too feel it’s time to clean out my trunk and reorganize.

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  10. velmadunkin September 18, 2017 / 2:11 pm

    I think my junk drawer is more like a junk trunk. It’s pretty big. Great words of wisdom. I too suffer from ptsd. I suffer from the memories of my past. As of late I too feel it’s time to clean out my trunk and reorganize. Thanks for sharing.

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