memories usually bombard me when i'm going up the stairs from hell.
and by bombard, i mean flood. the dam has burst and is coming at me full force. but instead of running away from the wall of thoughts and memories and water that comes at me, i run toward it. possibly with my arms open. ready to hold as much of the water as i can.
thankfully, i'm holding a bucket. a big red bucket. it makes holding them a lot easier.