I remembered. (a poem about memory loss with PTSD)

I remembered.

I remembered.

Oh my god I remembered.

I'm starting to remember.

I never remember.

My brain is starting to let me remember things. My brain blocks all memories. Therapy has helped me remember.

Is my brain finally at a point where it doesn't have to block these memories to protect me? Can I handle the memories now? I can't believe I remembered.

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1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z1cju3/comment/ixar1ix/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z07may/comment/ixarom8/utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3