For my next archive review, I’ve chosen “Repressed Memory Assault”.
This was my first experience of a repressed trauma memory coming back.
I had no idea when I drew it how portentous it was, with the additional closed doors, barricaded shut. I had a feeling there was something else locked away in the recesses of my mind.
Little did I know what, and who my brain was hiding.
Looking back, painful as the memories are, I don’t envy my then state of ignorance and no matter how much trouble they cause me, I wouldn’t give my little ones back for any amount of money.