Getting over something(s)

So, I've been fighting off some mystery illness for about a week now - I thought I had gotten over it with antibiotics, but a whole new crop of nasty popped up. I'm reasonably functional, but I have a dry, sore throat in the mornings, my breathing is strained, and my chest feels like it's filled with rubber bands. Ick Ick Ick.

Part of this, I'm guessing, is emotional.

This has been a time of letting go all around - I realized yesterday (with no particular provocation) that a few of the more questionable relationship choices I've made were still lurking in my psyche, and part of that was due to a "memory box" I kept in my built-in hutch. Much of the memory box was filled with correspondence from friends, Christmas cards and the like, but there were also collections of letters from all three of the toxic relationships that currently won't leave my brain. The e-mails from the man who really really liked me until three weeks in before he started panicking, the letters from the guy who was just plain psycho, an unsent letter to a man I should have left less than a month into a 3-month drama stint. All there, all shoving themselves into my line of vision.

Needless to say, most of the box's contents are now in the recycling bin. They go out permanently tomorrow evening. I slept pretty well (despite a minor fit of restlessness) last night, and woke up in a good mood this morning. And the ick is starting to get better. See the connection?