My memories are opening up like flowers. Like that anais nin quote: "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom".
I am in a daze for sure. I have deadlines and things to do - not too many.. but I'm so caught up in the feeling of these memories that keep flooding in. Memories of all kinds. From every age. For so long I couldn't remember any of my childhood, and now it's like walking around in a living museum - pausing here and there and moving on.
I feel a bit self conscious just because I'm so caught up in it. It literally is like a flood. I'm just living in these memories that keep coming back. I feel different ages at different times. Luckily I'm alone all day, so I can just get caught up and not have to talk to anyone.
I looked into my face in the mirror and saw my mother in it, and I didn't hate her - I just saw her.
I feel calm, but it's a bit like living in a fishbowl of images right now.