So much of my younger life was taken away from me, most of my memories erased, maybe even good ones. I wondered for years why I didn’t remember and tried so hard to. I didn’t understand how friends or family had so many memories and mine was blank. It wasn’t until I started therapy for DV when the others started coming back. I had to put the domestic violence aside because there were so many others to sort through. It has taken me years to sort through what all happened to me. I’ve let my memories come and go over the years because I still can’t deal with them all at once but other traumas would bring those memories back and more.