The guy that I am wants to know all the ugly and painfull details of my history - not for the pleasure of knowing but rather because the confusion of not knowing terrifies me even more than my darkest truth.
Knowing can ultimatly lead me to understanding - understanding to the power needed to make the changes in my today so as to no longer live in the impact of my past.
Only as I was able to process them in a healthy and constructive manner did all my repressed memories come back to me. For years I lived with incomprehensible fragmentary flashes pertaining to my childhood abuse and I too believed that I was a crazy person. I was not crazy - I was a broken, wounded child in an adult body. And that is fixable.
Your fellow journeyman,