My recent change of residence has created a phobia within me…fear of cardboard boxes. Strange? Perhaps. But as I am living it, I can tell you, it’s my truth.

The definition of a phobia says it’s a strong, irrational fear of something that poses little or no actual danger to the person owning it, where panic, rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, trembling, desire to get away are common symptoms.

The overflow of unpacked moving boxes hidden in my closet is driving me crazy.

I tiptoe past the door, but still hear their contents calling to me, begging for freedom

I’m filled with empathy.  But are they planning a coup?

A strange trembling overtakes me. I struggle to breathe yet feel the heart palpitations increase. I feel the fear and panic.  There’s only one solution…

I must flee, leave the house…run, run, run...go have fun!

Okay, I may be gone for the day, but who knows what will develop while I’m gone.

Is there a chance the shoemaker’s elf friends will take piety on me, drop by, unpack ‘all that stuff’ and find just the right place for each item?


I’m just going to have to confront my phobia head on if I want to conquer its hold on me.

OKAY! I can do this…but tomorrow

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4 Responses to “Phobia”

  1. Mañana, mañana! Tomorrow's good enough for me! Good for you, too, Helen. 🙂

  2. Samantha says:

    This made me smile and laugh. The idea of your unpacked boxes planning a coup is hilarious!

  3. Bonnie Hamilton says:

    Do you need suggestions for excuses? I'm great at coming up with valid reasons to put off almost any unpleasant task. How's this for starters ... "Umm, my nail polish is wet." Or, how about "the dogs need to go for another walk (10th walk in 4 hours)"? Maybe this one is better, "I want to make good use of my time during the next rain storm". I have more (and they're jewels), but it will cost you a cup of coffee!

  4. Fay Ulanoff says:

    I can relate to this. We had hundreds of boxes shipped across country three times.

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