I remember sitting in Psychology class and learning about how amazing our brain functions. Through traumatic events, our brain literally blocks those memories out as a protective mechanism.
Crazy. As I sat there, I started to
try to remember my childhood. I pride myself in my "photographic memory"...honestly it's probably what got me through my extensive long educational career. But as I sit here now and in my psychology class at University of Iowa years and years ago, I find it very hard to
remember details.
All is left are bits and pieces of events. Like a broken puzzle. I remember just enough to know the context of my childhood but not enough to completely be broken down by it. All in all, I have built this
"Great Wall of China" around myself that has closed myself off from society. I have to admit, I am
almost always in defense mode...ready to strike at any moment with hurtful words mainly..or that's how I was. I am so surprised I am where I am today...somewhat normal and functional in society:)
My abrasive and tough exterior got me through a lot more rough times but also left a lot of scars in relationships I had with people. The person I am today is definitely not who I was back then...I like to think I am a bit more
grown up and
refined. But those moments that I've had...and I've had many...where I've used my words to hurt or "defended" myself one too many times have left some of my relationships with "childhood friends" scarred and unfixable.
I am plagued by my past...like many are.
I am so fortunate that throughout the whole process of my
transformation, I've had constant people that have stuck it through with me. They saw the potential in me...they probably
had to love me in the beginning and now (hopefully) enjoy
loving me. My best friends, my mom, my brothers, my sister-in-law, my extended family- the unconditional love and encouragement has helped me
see the light.
Don't get me wrong. I don't let myself get walked all over. I still can defend myself. I am still seen more as an "outspoken" person. I know what I want in life. I know how to get it and I do. I don't trample on people in the process nor do I use hurtful words anymore to leave scars and make the wound sting. Did I use to? Probably. I won't blame it on my childhood or lack there of. It's an internal struggle I still face everyday.