Reading this post caused a powerful response in me. You stuff things down for so long you think you have become immune. All the things that happened were a huge contributor to why I did drugs. Why I felt the need to escape. The main incident revolves around my mother but what difference does it make now you can't go back and change anything. So finallY I just decided to acknowledge and move on that seemed like the best thing to do, but the hurt never truely goes away.