funny thing - i was panicking the night before going to WoR too - but because i was afraid that someone i knew would be there and that i would be recognized. not nightmares - because i didn't sleep enough to get to that level.
later i realized - if there was someone i knew there - they would be a fellow-survivor - and a potential source of support and understanding rather than shame and embarrassment. not a bad thing at all.
our minds can play funny tricks on us - and we often react in the guise of the injured and irrational children rather than as logical men.
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago