That’s the thing about the human brain, it blocks out memories, that would drive us insane, trauma and shock disperse into the air, as if it were never really there.
That’s what it was like for me, naive, innocent, I did everything right, wore my headscarf real tight, never went out at night. Yet I was still pillaged and plundered. All faith in humanity surrendered. Woke up in a puddle of blood, that was mine. After all the stages of grief, lost all my belief, I reclaimed myself with the lights off, again and again and again. Night and day blurred into one, trying to convince myself it was fun, not understanding what I’d become.
For that’s the thing about the human brain, we never truly forget, it remains in our veins, we’re never truly the same, because of the trauma we’ve sustained.