Crossing into weird territory here but the haunting of Hill house was very much like my childhood and part of my adulthood, me being the one descending into madness at times only for those around me to experience bits and pieces with me of what it is that drives me there. I am a psychotherapist now and have gotten through much of the darkness. I met a new partner and we have been sharing movies and shows that are important to us. Since this is a bit upsetting I have been wavering on suggesting we watch, since the first time I watched the series I cried my eyes out from the feeling of re-experiencing so many things. Last night and this morning it came into my mind strongly and it has popped up on my feed. Thanks for the synchronicity. Even the parts of life that are difficult need to be shared and not every fiction is what it seems.