Remembering who I was before the abuse seems to be becoming a very important thing for me right now.
I've been getting in touch with memories, and more importantly, feelings I used to have before the abuse started. Feelings of connection with my peers, unending trust and companionship with my neighborhood friends. Pre judgment, pre rejection, pre abuse. I loved and I was loved for simply being alive. I was valued simply because I was there.
To cherish those thoughts and memories and FEELINGS seems to be very important to me in these days. I wonder why?
It's a heroes journey, and you are the hero.
-- I must remind myself that sugar is my enemy. I can't control my sugar consumption and sugar makes me mentally unstable. I'm reminding myself (because I forgot again).