Remembering isn’t something you do just once. Remembering is a practice. It is something you have to be brave enough to do over and over again. To face the monster under your bed and to discover that there was never a monster at all but the child you once were, a child who has only been waiting for you to come back home. And then, when you forget, or blot it out because the pain is unbearable, to gather your strength and face it again. To return to this fundamental truth, no matter how many times it takes.
