Abba's Child Chp. 4 pg.64

Funny how that sometimes your "hours of darkness" haunts you in your thoughts and the kind of things they do to you when you are afraid to be loved. And it happens on someday, like a bruse, not often enough to be recognized as a symptom or a sickness or a spiritual alarm until the bruse becomes darker and worse somehow. By that time, I found out last year, was too late, things spint away in a matter of one decision, and my world turned cold and sad. By Grace, I was loved and I now believe again, but boy, bad memories haunts, worse than the worst horror movie/story you've read.
I just want to know the truth, and to be reminded by it when that ever will happens again.