What are you hiding from?

I read a book by Piers Anthony the other day. In it, one of the characters had been molested as a child, another character had been abused by her husband. OK -- every character had something they were hiding or running from. It really got me to thinking about my own life -- my own past.

What am I hiding from? Lately, I feel as though I am almost consumed by the ugliness that can come with sexual abuse. Stories that don't seem to bother others become huge to me. Things that others think funny bother me for days, not only invading my waking hours, but my dreams also. And so I wonder, what causes me to feel so uneasy -- almost sick? And even more than that, am I ever going to feel normal again?