Yea, I may be kooky, but the buried stuff can stay buried. We found a fragment and it almost killed us- dissociating driving at night on the freeway doing 70. Searing blood red agony. It's buried now but the event lingers.

I'm guessing that this is as good as it gets. If I avoid people, no friends, relations, people to observe our inner chaos and everyone can be free to be them without being judged constantly, it would be okay.