Catching up with the mail (Patreon)

As Filip continued to attend therapy, his grip on reality got better. Previously ignored pile of mail staring at him every time he passed the front door finally caught his attention. They had a very toxic relationship. Over the months she grew judgmental while he brushed every complaint under the rug. Day after day, he walked through the door, ignoring her. Silent. So the first time he looked at her with a shadow of a remorse - she was speechless.Building up the courage to sit down and pick up the first letter took all of the energy out of him. He separated all of them into piles. Bills, ads, fliers, unknowns - just like his therapist suggested. The urge to start whatever other thing was so distracting. Anything would be better, he was even considering cleaning his sink rather than reading that damn pile of junk. -I'll read only two. No more.- He set a small goal just like the therapist suggested. But once he started it became less terrifying. He realized that some of them don't even need reading - crushing those into small balls made this whole experience a bit cathartic.