My third piece for BLB is live. I shall admit that I was completely unprepared for how writing it would effect me. I had not appreciated quite how much of the detail of what we all went through I had buried away, and digging it up was quite a harrowing experience. It’s made me realise that I’m most definitely in no way at peace with it all. I’m not sure whether that means I need to explore the impact of everything in a therapeutic setting, or whether our brain rightly suppresses such things for a reason. At the very least I hope the article may help others in a similar situation.