When I was a kid, I knew things. I felt things. I could see things other people couldn’t or wouldn’t see. I knew when people had bad intentions, but often the adults in my life would expose their children to things again and again because they didn’t want to deal with the truth. I learned to deny my own knowing. I have so many memories of seeing things I didn’t understand or know how to deal with. I wanted one help so sometimes I took on other people’s stuff. I was like an energetic sponge. Now it’s time to let those memories go, to give them back. I need to clear away everything that doesn’t belong to me so that I can know myself.