In 1989 a mental switch turned on and I started to remember. That pushed down buried reality exploded with a piercing scream and a voice that kept repeating, “don’t let me go crazy, don’t let me go crazy. Reality was split in two and nothing made sense. Simple tasks like going to the grocery store were like wandering in another dimension. The memories kept coming. Now, so many years later, the journey of healing has made me whole.