It was this album that made me really take note of the fact that I had nearly repressed an entire year or more of my life. It wasn't beyond retrieval, but I had done a good job of shoving it back as far as I could manage. I thought it would help me to "get on with things" if I didn't think about it. Wrong.

It is not easy to make myself remember. But I believe in the end, I only become stronger by dealing with the pain and then using my experience to help others (whether through the strength I gained through it...or directly). In that one essay--I spoke in depth about one of those things...a thing I tell to very, very few people. It was an act of trust...but I feel like it will honour him and his work, for him to know--and do much good for me, by opening the door. Perhaps someday I'll really be able to accomplish something...I already think I am starting to see what I want to do, but it may be a long time...

Who knows? All these hopes and possibilities really are beautiful...it is wonderful when you are no longer held back by the pain--but accept it and grow from it.

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"And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again..."

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