When I first moved back in with my mom and was trying to figure out how the heck I had gotten there and what I wanted my next steps to be, I realized I had a lot of mental stuff to unpack. There were all these feelings of frustration and disappointment, and even some depression (both menopausal and situational). I sort of instinctually knew that I was being sent back to the place where a bunch of my childhood emotional issues had been created in order to finally deal with them and not simply ignore them. I knew I needed to open up the little mental black box where I…