I have a dissociative disorder. I've been living in a fog most of my life. It took my grandmother dying and her saying a very special phrase for these memories to start appearing. I'm still not sure if any of it was real but..I feel more complete than I ever have. I've done my best to give forgiveness to those who don't deserve it. I'm not looking for retribution. My hope is that this journey my collective we has gone on will show people the signs of abuse a child can't say, that a new path of healing will be available to those who've let darkness consume their world, to give a hope that love can be rewritten. This isn't the end game. We're only getting started.