Look deeper, Sherry would say. Examine where the feeling starts.
Am I focusing on your mistakes so that I can avoid the mistakes I have made? Is that what we do – embroil ourselves in other lives, in other failings so that we don’t have to examine our own lives so closely?
Sherry wants me to concentrate on me, on where I lost control. She wants us to get deeper into my relationship with Adam, to reach into my memories and start pulling out the ones she says I need to remember. If we’re going to get anywhere with this.
One good thing, two bad she suggested the other day, when I handed in another journal with nothing but graffiti on the page.
One good thing, two bad.
This is her equation for not falling into the abyss, for not getting lost back there in the dark.
It’s a funny thing. When I try to remember, nothing comes. The abuse, when I have been asked to describe it, is the hardest to draw out. I don’t really remember what it feels like to be hit in the face. The pain of it, I mean. I remember what it is like to fear its return – yes. But the impact, the sensation? I can’t remember any of it, unless I am dreaming. Would that have happened to you, Ben? If you had survived the incident? Would your body eventually push down those minutes and seconds after the blade went in? And only remind you in dreams?
Our real trauma, perhaps, is the fear of finding in daylight whatever we have hidden out there in the dark.
It’s all progress, says Sherry when I struggle. I’m making progress. She just wants us to be careful with what I am blocking, because, she assures me, nothing stays down forever.
What did you push down, Ben? I am fixated on this, I know. Is it because I need for you to be a villain, too? A liar and a cheat, rather than the noble hero who saved me? Or is it that I need Maggie to have chosen the wrong man, the same way I did? Do I need this from perfect, faithful Anna too?
Do I need the three of us to be not so different from each other in the end?
I need you to be that liar, that cheat, Ben.
I cannot keep remembering the hero who saved me. Or I will never be able to understand why I am the one who survived instead of you.
~ Lucy, The Memory of Stars
Put this story away for a long time. All the no after that small yes had to fade – and it has! Now I remember what I was trying to do here. Time to dust off the words and try again … #HerStory