Last night was interesting. I was in therapy, yes, therapy and I just lost it. What triggered it was a simple statement from somebody chairing a meeting the other day. He said he grew up in a normal home with loving parents and was given everything that he needed as a child and teenager. Geez. I can’t relate to that at all. I can’t put my finger on it, I can’t wrap my mind around that, I can’t understand what that could possibly mean. I don’t have any relevance to that kind of life at all. None, nada, dope. I had the childhood of a wolf living in the back of the cave. It’s not like missing Chem 1A and going oops, I have to retake that class to get credit, no, it’s missing a whole lifetime of youth. Right, you only live once, you’re only young once, you don’t get that back. I don’t want my youth back, hell no, but his statement really bugged me and I’m trying to figure out why. One thing is my knee jerk reaction is that he’s fibbing. It wasn’t ALL that good. How could