I should start my story by explaining that I have an exceptional memory. I can remember details from conversations I had years ago. I can visit the city I haven’t lived in since I was 6 years old and drive you straight to my child hood home. I can remember the birthday and middle name of the boy I dated in high school. And, unfortunately, I can remember every detail of every traumatic experience I have lived through.
Apparently this isn’t uncommon with survivors of trauma. They will either block their memories or remember every detail. I always thought it was a curse that my brain chose to do the latter. Until a few months ago, when it was revealed to me that I was given this memory so that I could tell this story….