My Mother’s Voice

I’m not lost but angry through mom. I lost it. Disconcerted by this experience, my feelings mark a subtle inner turning point in which I find myself in a sort of interrogation with myself, having only the unconscious and absolute representation at the same time that my ultimate place of safety has become. Are my memories real? Or is it just a movie that I made up? Isn’t what I have become just a multitude of muddled voices that are not mine and that have shaped me? I’m telling you about my constraint, the release from which is getting harder and harder.