On January 21st 2003, sitting on the kitchen floor trying to figure out how I could possibly be contemplating prostitution again after what it had cost me before - my world fell apart. The dam against the memories I dared not look at cracked, and they began to pour out, washing the me that I was away.
On the 24th I went to the library looking for help, trying to get my life back.
I found MS, and Pandy's. They helped, but after 8 years of therapy and in patient treatment and 12 step programs...I still don't have my life back.
Some Things are not problems to be solved, rather, they are facts which must be coped with over time.