I thought that i had dealt with all my past. I thought that all my therapisty had helped wrong. My dad pasted away last December and i was not sure that i was going to the fureanl because I did not want to be in the samre room as him. And hearing nice things about him awful. He had abused me , and i did not think there was anything nice about him.
My Rabbi has been helping me to heal from this. And there are parts of my past that I has not healed from even though i thought i had. My dreams of him are all negative fear like having his clithes that were bought down from New Castle. The clothes are coming to be sold on. My step mum thought that i needed something of his to remember him by no way . My