anonthistime

Hm. Thanks for that, I always just assumed that was true.

> The most important tools I have are my mind and my body

Alcohol gives you a buzz by destroying your brain cells. There are better (and smarter) ways to enjoy yourself.

Thanks, seriously. I don't know that I am extraordinarily resilient or if the circumstances just sound worse to an outsider than they really were. In either case I don't have to think too hard to come up with somebody who has it worse than me, which is always a sobering thought.

Oh yeah, I didn't go to my high school re-union either. I liked the people I went to class with at the time, but the memories from the time are painful so I really have no desire to stir them.

At the same time I go to my college re-union every year, which is associated with a time when life became stable.

Have to be anonymous for this as it is a little too personal for comfort.

My earliest memories are from probably extremely traumatic situations: Finding my mother's boyfriend dead from a heroin overdose in his bed (both were addicts) and watching an ambulance crew carry him out. Eating raw pasta when our mother had left us alone in the house for days. Being taken from our house by social workers (I remember parts of the drive from there in vivid detail). I was four or five at that time.

The funny thing is I don't remember how I felt at the time, but the scenes are etched in my memory.

Oh well, make of it what you want, it just came back to me when reading your post :)