Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Fleeting memories-so much pain

I haven't many conscious memories from my childhood.  Under hypnosis I could recall my childhood in excruciating detail.  Mom beating A and me too little to help anyone. 

Why violence makes me so angry.  And why I always made allowances for A.  And why I never told on her for fear mom would kill her. 

It's amazing how much pain a little body can hold without withering and drying up.  Dying.  No wonder I never liked being alive. 

Noticed how the default color is lighter than black.