A little flash back...

I don't have much time to wonder about my past anymore, the days seem short, and the hours run fast. How did I ever get here? Why am I here? And where is this going to take me... I wonder. But don't we all? To me these questions are as complex as any other, my life (my past) wasn't and isn't the easiest to live. Encountering things that forever change you during childhood forever do change the way you think, grow up, and mature. I was one of those people, the "injured child" as one of our CSEM classes’ detail. However I was never fully injured, at least not mentally. Physically during my childhood I encountered everything, and back then it was mental injury as well. However I don't understand how I found a way for it not to completely affect my sanity and mentally. The things I saw, the things I’ve been through should have driven me through a different path of life. I would not be here if that would have been the case, but it wasn't, and that rare occurrence makes me question. My questions arise because many of those (not all) who have been titled an "injured child" have never, and will never learn to drive their own lives accordingly. Their past will always haunt them, torture them and continue to circulate and run their lives, in ways that they may have lost control over. I however found some strange way out of it, and I don't know how I did, all I really know is that, I survived-- to the full extent of the word, something that many don't.