life happens...

so much is going on in my life right now because of writing about my childhood. i hate the memories it brings up. some of the things that have come up are like a physical blow when i remember what happened. i was writing last night about being bitten by a dog that belonged to one of my babysitters when i was a child. it was physically painful to write about and today im kinda paying for it. ive been writing a lot and the more i write the more stressed out i get. i just have to get thru this. its so difficult to remember the things and people that caused us such pain as children. its just not right. i frickin hate the things that people did to us as children. it sucked.