Trauma work

Hello Ed, Goodbye Me..( jenny schafer would have a hay day). Oh well, so here we go, I am back to praying to the porcelain goddess. Yes I hate myself, but can I stop it no.  Here is a better question. Do I want to ??? Don't ask.
I had a dream the other night. It could have been a memory. I remember so much, so much that I had forgotten.  I am starting over with the trauma work. I am so confused, what is real what is not. hiding in the attic waiting for him to come, running from the others, remembering the teachers the touching. So here I go down the trauma road hand in hand with my good friend EDNOS.