The Day the Memories Returned

My memory was destroyed by the abuse. I don't remember much of my childhood and what I do looks like this. Polaroid pictures that come out of nowhere. But there can be no healing without remembering.
I remembered shortly after I found out the person who molested me had Alzheimers. I don't think it was a coincidence. I was finally safe and my child mind could let go.

The Day the Memories Returned by LJEddy on Polyvore.com