After more than 30 years, I was still trying to be my daddy's 'big girl, ' but I just couldn't do it anymore. And finally, I cried.My therapist said, "Your box is full.""What box?" I asked, wondering which one of us was the crazy one."You've been stuffing your feelings in an emotional box for years. And now, there is no more room."As it turns out, secrets grow larger in the dark. They don't die. They fester, but instead of rotting and decaying into...