As a 10 yr old, "they" brought my younger brother before me & began to hurt him (Greg). I struggled to get free of "them" & was able to run toward my brother. "They" stopped me about 5 ft from him. This repeated itself several times, until I realized my attempts to protect my brother were making things worse for him. (From very young, I used to care for & defend my brother.) Eventually, I just slumped down in hopelessness. "They" continued to hurt Greg, then took him away, leaving me all alone. Today, I feel as I did then: I should have saved him. I feel tremendous pain & guilt. "I should have protected him!"
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