As I walked, I thought about what had just happened. What the heck was that? And what caused it? Recalling, it was the scent of lilac that had jarringly transported me back in time. Even though I walked on from the initial spot that had caused my memory to jump to the past, I could still smell lilac, ever so slightly.
Emotional Memories of Surviving Childhood Abuse
There is a wrongness about you. You never fit in with other people. You are always an outsider. The carrier of a dark secret. Perhaps even a deadly disease. Always taking responsibility.