Hypnotherapy...it took me to places I remembered. It took me to times I remembered. It took me to emotions I had buried as deep as I was able.
Incidents, events from my past emerged from the pool.
What emerged in wrapped angst was how terrible incidents and events had been. Fear, loss, anger, terror, victim in place and childhood, shredded through me like a chainsaw in slow motion.
No, I shall not recount the moments here.
Suffice it to say that I know where, how and why I carried the scouring scars that wept and poured over me through the past twelve months.
What I can say is that other people were total, utter bastards.
What I can say is that I am greater than them, now.
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