Dissociation
The state of being, existence Just being there, And years fly by, You were fighting over tiffin box and now you are staring at your screen Lot of things happened on the way, or did they? The last thing I remember is, packing my school bag in hurry because it was almost time for school bus. I was screaming, calling my mother, asking her to do my hair. And now, now I am seeking help for my mental health. Talking to therapist, getting used to losing love. I am sorry to myself that I couldn't protect myself in the childhood, from the emotional abuse and trauma. I do not remember good things, why is that? I am sure there must be something. Why does my brain not wanna see them? I feel this compulsive need of being angry, and ready to attack. I was and I am always ready to attack, and life flew by by me.