Light-Truth-Courage

Let's start with the obvious- the beginning.

It started when I was just a child, around 6 or 7 years old. It could have even been sooner but who knows, I can hardly recall anything prior to that age. It's almost like there's a lock to any previous memories I might have and I have yet to find the key. Anyways, I was different and I knew it. I was sociable and all but I just wasn't like the others. I spent most of my life pretending nothing ever happened. I forced myself to believe I was just another child with an incredibly vivid and creative mind. For the sake of me and every person I knew, it was easier that way.

However, as I grew older I changed and so did things. Innocent and non-harmful events turned into a living hell. That's when I decided to face it and accept it instead of denying it and being afraid. Okay, I'll admit that to this day I still feel fear every now and then and sleeping in foreign places is not the easiest thing for me but I'm a work in progress. What terrifies me the most is not seeing, hearing, or sensing but physically feeling something. I will later explain with more detail what I mean with feelings things physically- that deserves a post of its own.

My parents weren't, and to this day still aren't, very accepting of what was going on. They always told me I was dreaming or just making it up. The latest one is "you're traumatized from listening to your grandma when you were a kid". They will always try to find something else rather than accept what is really going on. I believe they are in denial because they refuse to believe their child has been going through that since the onset of her life. It's still funny how they deny it so much since they know exactly what is going on because they experienced it too.

Yes, I'm afraid it's a family thing- but that also deserves a post of its own, more on that later. I don't want to make this too long, I just wanted to give a brief, very brief, look into my background so you can understand why this blog exists at all. As I continue to post I will share my experiences. The reason why I am not sharing any now is because I wanted to give you the basics before I start bombarding with my experiences. Just keep in mind that it started when I was about 6 years old, that it seems to be a family thing, and that my parents are not accepting of it. It is also good to know that my classmates from elementary school said I was a witch. Poor things, I really scared them sometimes.

PS: you may not call me a witch, never ever. If you do I might just curse you to a life without the internet.