Last year, after I incorporated the first set of lost memories from my childhood, I did not feel relief, nor did I have a sense of accomplishment. Instead, I had a strong sense that this was only the beginning.
This image came into my head, and to me it seemed to illustrate a feeling that I was just waiting to drown in all that was coming my way.
When my eleven-year-old daughter saw this drawing, she said, "The girl will float up to the top, and when it gets full, she'll swim out."
I do believe she's right.