You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it … fictionalise it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf – your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in flight from the real reality. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens.
I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.
annegandal asked your blog is so inspiring! i love it!
So good to hear! That is my hope :) - AA