The physical scars are barely there anymore. The main abuser is dead, even said "sorry" on her death bed. I am medicated, in weekly therapy, hospitalized when needed, and raising my 2 children on disability. So, why did I go "searching" through old memorabilia, find a "family" picture from when I was 5, and put it in a frame for all to see. I don't understand this. I constantly "see" her now. Am I trying to trigger myself?

Dee