We Are One: After holiday recovery

We Are One: After holiday recovery
Excerpt:
.....how completely I wiped out my own past. So why wasn't I delighted or even happy with not remembering. I should have been able to move forward with my life. Only it doesn't work that way. A repressed memory doesn't remove it or process it. Much like vwoopvwoop's painting the image is painted over. The memory of the experience is lurking behind the curtain of my subconscious much like the Great Oz. It influences or even controls my actions and I feel a bit like a marionette dancing to a tune that not even I hear. Counseling sessions often involve pulling back that curtain. Often, once exposed to the light of day, I find that the memory no longer has the ferociousness that I once feared. Occasionally the memory is just as big and ugly as I feared. Through counseling I work through how I can wrap my mind around it. Sometimes it is the acceptance that it is in my past. Sometimes it is the understanding that children are manipulated by cruel adults. Sometimes I need the opportunity to grieve the incident that caused some form of loss. Repression sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse...