So I was lying in bed waiting for my Seroquel to take effect and suddenly I felt like I was remembering things from childhood and early adulthood in living technicolor. It was as if I were on a tour of things that happened to me.

Now, I have never been sexually abused repeatedly by the same person, but I have had several one-time, bordering on abusive experiences by different people at different times in life.

Like in "A Christmas Carol" I felt last night as if the Ghost of Christmas past were taking me on tour of every one of them. There were a few that I hadn't remembered before last night and it was both shocking and upsetting.

I kept going back and forth between several of them and going back to preeschool years trying to see if there were any more that I have repressed.

I felt as if I were glued to the bed. I wanted to get up and scream and shake it off but I was stuck.

Today I feel OK.

What the heck was that?