I believe that when a person goes through a traumatic experience that they either remember every single detail about it and constantly re-experience it or attempt to block it out until the memory resurfaces. I've battled with my own experience for the last eight years. I've tried to explain it to my friends with limited or no success. They either don't or can't understand because they weren't there. And even though I don't doubt that they care, I know that many of my closest friends haven't really been listening because they are dealing with their own traumas which I completely understand. We only know our own pain and it's hard to cope with anything outside our own fragile sensibilities. I've tried counseling but that has limits. The truth is that there is a story to be told. Once it is told in its entirety, then I hope that I will finally be free of it.
The Misguided Children is my story. It is both epic and fragile at the same time. It is comedic, dramatic, tragic, and at times ironic. I have experienced terror and fear, and great joy and courage. I don't expect everyone who reads it to understand it. I don't even expect everyone who reads it to believe it. I'm not even sure that I believe it all even though it is all true. It is a work in progress as am I. If you have been a fan of this blog then I hope you will give it a read. If you have been bored by my incessant rambling here, then maybe you will like a more structured story. As I said this is my story, and while I'm not sure if it's anything that anyone will actually want to read, I am absolutely certain that it is one I need to tell.
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