The body remembers

When I was a baby, I was raised by a nanny. Apparently, the nanny hit me, and made me eat my own vomit. My therapist says that I may be suffering from the effects of such traumatic events. I have no recollection of the event whatsoever, just from stories, but the body remembers. When I … Continue reading The body remembers

Voices of my head

I don't think anyone will ever understand what I am thinking of. I, myself, don't understand. I wonder why, the times before, I never felt this way. I was drive so full of passion. Was. Where had that gone? Was it ever truly there? He will leave you. One day. He said it himself. Why … Continue reading Voices of my head