I was so sad last night, I didn't know whether to post this here or in the depression thread. Here is good enough I guess.

I for some reason dug out all my journals etc looking up things about the rape, about "a" and about the others that have done something to me.

For some reason I kept trying to recall certain situations, remembering certain instances, but everything was so jumbled up. (

I should be looking in the past, I don't want to get stuck there again. I don't know what got me thinking about that. I read some stuff in my journal that I don't remember happening. Not really with the abuse etc, but just something that I did that day. Usually when I read about stuff that I did I can usually recall them, my memory is so good with that. My psychiatrist said that since I can recall things so well and can picture them as they were occuring why I never started to write a book.

I don't even know why I'm writting this...

<font color=red>~Sundance~</font color=red>

<font color=blue>"Never react emotionally to criticism. Analyze yourself to determine whether it is justified. If it is, correct yourself. Otherwise, go on about your business."</font color=blue>

<font color=black>Norman Vincent Peale</font color=black>