I learned how to live with my pain, I learned to ignore all that happened with me in childhood just so that I could move forward in my life. But it was not that I overcame my pain, my fear....it was just that I learned to live with it....
The realization settled calmly within him. He had not conquered anything. He had simply adapted, placing distance between himself and the memories so that they would not interfere with the path ahead.
But now that I am reliving all those things again...I am not sure how I will react, will I crash out?
The thought lingered for a brief moment. Re-living something is not the same as remembering it. Memory feels distant and muted, but reliving brings back the same atmosphere, the same helplessness, the same weight pressing against the chest.
