She had scrubbed and cleaned all day. She never felt clean enough. Never felt as if her task was a completed one. It is not like anything is ever fully done.

She wanted to not only clean her physical living space but she also wanted to scrub clean her interpersonal and mental space. She wanted to move on. But she couldn’t and that was why she was going to eat that leftover jar of olives. She loved their saltiness and that gave her comfort. Then she would use the jam unnecessarily so. Then, she would feel over extended and tired. She shook her head, grabbing the jar and smashing it against the wall. She slid down to the floor crying. There was no way out.