I remember thinking when I left the home for college that the bad stuff was over and I was FREE! I really felt free for a while. Now it is 28 years later and a lot has happened since then. Not too long ago the past hit me in the face like a wet mackerel and it has been hard.
When I think of how that felt, to be so free and unafraid, its like a kind of torture. I wonder if it can ever be that way again. T says I'm really getting somewhere.... so why does it feel so awful?