I honestly thought that I was capable of coping with any kind of stress after having gone through so much pain and sorrow as a child. But, when a woman and her god-awful mother attacked me with defamation of character, my brain simply snapped. One moment I wanted to commit suicide, and then the next moment, I just wanted revenge. My psychologist had mentioned that the events that had occurred with a woman had unlocked the forbidden door to my childhood and had unleashed all of my childhood demons. My psychologist was also the one that suggested that I should start writing about my life. She also said that, by putting my terrifying memories on paper, it would help me put my childhood nightmares to rest.