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

Monsters under the bed

I used to think there were monsters under the bed. Having to sleep on the floor in my parents' room gave me a view of under their bed. Nothing was there, I was sure. But when I turn off the lights, I swear beady eyes kept staring into my soul. Hence, sleep alluded me. But, … Continue reading Monsters under the bed