Memories
You know, when you’re an incest victim or a survivor of anything, memories often have a negative connotation. Words like “flashback” and “triggering” usurp the meaning and purpose of what memories can mean, and take them to a place of pain and hurt.
But tonight, I am grateful for them. I have a right to them, you know. And as I think of the things that make me smile, I savor each one like a good sip of hot tea. And somewhere, from deep inside, I am warmed from the inside out.

