After the Doors Were Closed

In my forties, at my father's grave side, his funeral. I had feelings of liberation and suffocation.

There was violence all through my childhood. The worst kind of violence.

There was a mystery in my family.

The child's voice is what I knew as a child. I had incidents; no answers.

I was involved with people who did ritual with drugs, alcohol, and masks. From three years old for three years. As a result, I carried terror in my body for a long time.

To get through everything, I had to be truthful ...