Hi,
I'm still struggling. The memories just won't come. I want to scream, shout, and I really want to slit my arm from wrist to elbow, to sleep and never wake up. But I can't. Too many people I care about worry about me, so I fight it and fight it and bury it and bury it.
I'm plagued by dreams. Some are day-to-day working dreams. Sometimes I'm lost in a town I know so ...