For Robyn-Lynn’s discretion, names of family members and minor details have been changed.
Two weeks ago, I sat frozen in place after an all too familiar song found its way on my car radio. It had been a while since I last heard the song, at least a couple of years, but I do remember that there was a time in my life when this particular song was my favorite. A time I sometimes try to forget. I have never denied myself the memory of what happened to me when I was a child and I had always assumed that because I forced myself to remember that I would most likely be one of the few who would not have a trigger but somehow, I was wrong.