Images are starting to resolve. It's something I don't want to remember. I did a lot of work in the beginning to forget. Maybe this means I'm ready to deal with it now. I'm afraid of taking this on before I am ready, but even more afraid of continuing to go on with this formless panic just beneath the relatively normal front I put on. I'm not getting any younger and it feels important. I'm not going to wish to know what "it" is, for fear of the answer. I'm going to find out eventually somehow.