A recent discovery that I am afraid of photographs has brought home that perhaps I need therapy of some sort.
Let me be clear, this is not a fear of the photograph itself, but, rather, photographs relating to my life. I have many camera films that I have never printed, and, quite frankly, I do not want to see them. And I do not like to look at the photographs I have. The thought of looking at photographs of my past makes me feel nauseous and anxious – as if I have failed to complete something very important. Something has been left undone. What is worse is that I suspect that what I am now is the very thing I failed to complete.
The good news is that I have decided to continue to suppress these feelings, so things are looking up for me.
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