The event I choose was my moms first nervous breakdown when I was 12. As you can imagine I had a lot to write about, lots of fears, etc. But they weren't the fears you would think. There was so much shame about it and her going to a mental hospital for a week, I wasn't told that. I was told she was very sick and in regular hospital. I was afraid she was going to die, when I asked about her I was stone walled and told I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about her. I knew she had been acting weird, over reading the bible in a weird way and thinking god was talking to her, not the normal church way but for real. She also was drinking a lot of wine, and taking a lot of Valium but at the time I didn't know that. All I knew was I was sent across town to stay with my moms friend and lots of whispering around me with no one telling me the truth for years. It was about this time my fantasy life turned into numbing myself with long hours and hours of daydreams and invented invisible friend I would play tennis with as I hit the ball against the wall. I would talk for hours out loud with this friend. As I was not allowed to talk to anyone else. How this affects me now is what I am currently in counseling about, mostly fear issues. I only go once a month in the summer as schedule is hard. I live in rural area and have to travel to larger city.