The bad thing happened yesterday, it was a difficult day. No sleep last night and in the wee small hours came a realisation of the stories I have told myself to make what happened manageable.
Another persons view of something that happened when I was younger has caused me to revisit my memory of that time. And as hard as it is for me to acknowledge – it was brutal and cold.
It makes me worried about my other memories and how in my head I spun them to make them bearable.
Feeling overwhelmed and wrung out.
Further thought escapes me just now. I need to sleep 😦