Decluttering my brain

After 3 years of therapy I realized that I'm only at the beginning of the journey. The problems that were all hidden in a mush of anxiety and depression lie now displayed on my table like twisted mismatched pieces of a devil's puzzle. The ones that I couldn't quite reach yet are simmering in a drawer somewhere. They look at me in defiance. "What are you going to do about me?" they seem to ask, "stash me again deep in a corner of your mind?" I wish I could do that, at least for one day, for one hour. But I don't know what to do. I don't know how to solve this puzzle. Not yet. I lay my head on the table in defeat, as they get louder and louder. Just as I think that I can't take it anymore, a new day is dawning outside.

Post for World mental health day 2020