The Light and Dark within Her

I don’t remember much from my childhood. The first memory I can remember was being hurt, physically and emotionally, crying somewhere dark, cold, and alone. Out of nowhere there was a blinding light and when I looked up with squinted eyes there stood two silhouettes. I remember being frightened at first but the one closest to me kneeled down in front of me and reached out with a gentle hand. I remember hearing him speak to me and although I didn’t know what he was saying, I knew I would be safe with him. I took his hand.

I felt warmth throughout my body just by taking his hand. I no longer hurt, inside or out. I was no longer the sad little girl who couldn’t remember, but I became the happy little girl who forgot. From that point forward I never looked back, not because I couldn’t remember but because I didn’t want to.

For the first time in my life I felt Joy.