I have had what some would consider a hard childhood. It’s an ongoing struggle to move past the past. It’s so much easier to just stay comfortable – to lie down and not get up each day – to not go outside – and to isolate myself. I remember horrific things and I’ve been getting better at not freaking out when I recover new memories.
I have no idea when I’ll be able to remember everything in my past without trouble – and I don’t know if it’s necessary. Every day the energy I have to put into just surviving and functioning with all that junk – it seems like it gets to the point where I spend more time dealing with it each month. I have no idea why I get up each morning – or why I stay in this mobile home I bought. I don’t know why I don’t just leave it all behind and drift.
So – why should I keep struggling?