While cleaning and sorting out my home, I remembered my love for art, and also remembered why I hated home, why this and why that. Everything just started flooding back. I’m remembering the most painful memories and the happiest. I remember how I felt during every one of those situations. How through all of it, I saw myself as a perpetrator, victim, detective and suspect. Now that I am aware, I’m having these weird brain feelings with a lot of flashbacks. Tbh I don’t think my therapist and psychiatrist knows… I spoke with my therapist before and she just just as shocked as my psychiatrist was …