(by Alisonn Rose)

When I was around 7 or 8, a feeling would come over me, more of a question, really: Who was I before this?

The question wasn't more defined than that, but it would cause such "hard thinking" that I would almost give myself headaches. A smell or a sound would trigger these questions, or sometimes, someone's smile, laugh, or voice. I know I was someone else, it's important to remember, I would think ... and then a veil would slide over the thought.

I remember that the veil was a bright blood-red, covering everything like a velvet…