Her Secret Life

Thinking back to her childhood, she vaguely remembers. The life of a child only seen in pictures and heard by others. That which she does remember, she tries hard to forget. She tries very hard to understand especially now that her life has evolved into a tragedy that only she can overcome.

As I look back upon the days of my life.  I don't understand why the things, events, and people are so few.  That in which I do remember, seem to be very significant to whom I have become today. 

My early years, off the top of my head, that come to mind when first recolecting are appointments with my childhood physician, arguments with sisters, my parents odd behavior, very specific and detailed moments that had occured throughout my childhood yet seem so vague to the rest of my life. 

It is almost like I had just seemed to walk blindly through as events molded me into who I have become.  When I think about my life, I feel like I have blocked so much out so that I choose not to feel the pain within.  I truly shut down in every feasable manner possible as I was no longer able to function in this so called life that I had become a product of.