Remembering. . . I don't blame you though

So, you know when someone says something big, and youre like, "wow that really sucks, I wonder how they must have felt" and then you realize you know exactly how it felt, evey line of evey moment written down in a place in your mind you closed long ago. You instantly remember dozens of memories you had repressed and now you're finally old enough to understand all of it and the pain, the blame, the idiocy, and the craze of those moments. You remember calling 911, running in fear, then years later, having to carry a crying infant and going through all of it again. Yes, I'd forgotten what this fear was like. I don't have fear anymore, but I did, I had it so much, it was my entire life, all I knew was fear, slowly, my trust and sense of security would be rebuilt only to be shattered as soon as it could susain itself. Fear was the skin I shed to become the man I am now. And I had forgotten, I hid the skin in a vault I just accidentally unlocked. And I don't blame you, even if you were a trigger.