When I went to sleep last night, I set the intention to remember an address that I resided at when I was younger. I moved into that location at seventeen years old and lived there for just a few short years before moving to another city. My mind and body was on constant red alert while living there. I had left my foster home and slid right into an abusive relationship with a textbook narcissist. (I didn’t know what that was at the time) It took many years for me to understand the dynamics around this, and it was a theme in many of my future relationships.