Safe Places? Twisted Torment!

Loosing ones memory is harsh. Welcome to the family home of my grandparents, to what is now the depths of my mind. It all begun in the cellar which is where I created my "safe place" during my first round of therapy. It was anything but safe down there I can tell you and the repeated exposure to my past trauma(s) took their toll on me. Anyone who's read Broken and Betrayal will know that cellars feature in my work and that you really don't need to become a victim in one of my underground spaces! So back to my memory. Anything negative goes underground waiting to become a twist in one of my books, screenplays, poems etc and all the nice memories get placed within the rest of the home. To recall something from within I use association. This process is called a memory palace. As I read new information or re-learn old I have go through a specific process to file the memory so it's not lost forever. It's why it takes me so long to read a book or to write my own for that matter. I get so much from other people's work. Lewis Hastings through his book Seventh, for example has taught me how to drive again - not that I will ever physically do that. It does link nicely to my next installment though.