On another thread someone is talking about that strange and very uncomfortable feeling a survivor gets in his gut sometimes. I was trying to describe how I personally felt and didn't do very well.

This post helps me. It was like all my insides were screaming.

Much love,

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)