When I was younger I flipped through the channels and somehow wound up watching "A Perfect World." I had no real concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I had no idea how emotional a movie could be. I had no idea how deep my own emotions ran. For the first time I could remember, I cried because of a movie.
I was alone at the time. There was nobody there to help me deal with my emotions. There was nobody but myself. I didn't know how to deal with emotions, so I tried my best to pent it up. I tried my best to ignore it. I tried my best to pretend it was something else. I did all this to my detriment. Now, I understand feelings are just a part of life, and I'm best to deal with it.