She was, imprisoned, kept locked up, by an assortment of monsters of her childhood, and, they’d started existing, WAY before she could recollect too.
There was that hand that came in the dark, that patted her body down, she’d felt that arousal of the body, but, her mind told her, she shouldn’t be enjoying what was happening to her body, that it wasn’t right, and that, was when that very FIRST monster started, residing inside of her mind.
not my sketch…
Then, the second came, a little later, she’d started, doing bad things to her own dolls, she’d, stripped them off bare naked, and, done bad things to them all, and, spanked their buttocks when they started crying, and would REFUSE to comply with what she’d wanted them to do!
And, the sum of ALL the worst kinds of monsters all came rolling down, like that snowball that’d gained momentum, rolling down that slippery slope, and, it’s, CRASHED down on her hard.
That, was when she started, cutting, to get rid of the pains inside of her mind, and, by slashing herself up, by seeing the blood, trickle from her forearms, she’d, felt that excitement in her, and soon, she was, addicted, to cutting herself up, when nobody was watching!
a child wonders lost, in the midst of the forest, with lurking monsters, not my sketch here.
It took her, over THIRTY years, entering and exiting out of the looneybend, time after time, seeing a TON of various style therapists (psychoanalytic, behaviorism, cognitive-behavioral therapies, etc., etc., etc.), until now, she’s, finally, slowly, on the road to recovery………
And no, she’s still not, “fully recovered” yet, as there are, still those, DUST-FILLED shelves of her memories, she ain’t looked at yet, and one day, when fate thinks she’s ready, she’ll, take EVERYTHING out, and, sort through EVERY single BROKEN piece, and, feel, absolutely, N-O-T-H-I-N-G whatsoever, but until then, she’s still, a “work-in-progress”………
Life, the Obstacle Course 