Buried Memory.

Nobody starts out with bad intentions. Whether in marriages, in friendship, in politics or in any organized union, everybody wants to see themselves as noble and just. No one comes into a marriage with an intention to divorce the other nor in politics with an intention to lie, cheat or steal. We start off with with the good foot on the playing field before dwindling towards a downward spiral. Something always happens in the middle, some sort of disconnect, derailment of some kind, misconception of ideas, a glass half full. Somewhere down the line, the norms and expectation is betrayed,  boundaries are crossed, principles are violated: lonely hearts left in shambles.  We either then shift blames or numb our pain with suppressants without looking on the inside.
We never see the inside of the mind- the buried memory. The counselors always take us back to that place. A place where love was tarnished, hope crushed, mind twisted by false memory.The hate, the fear, the disappointment, the failure, the betrayal, the shame and all the pain and anguish.
But there's no need to wrestle with it now, only to release it to the One who had paid for it from the beginning of time. Christ Jesus, the savior of the world. But first you must find it before releasing it to Him.