i honor them. that i have them means that i am now strong enough to have them...for a long time i couldn't...now i can...for a long time they were just vague flashes of things...now when i get them they are awful & horrific and they suck...but it means i am getting stronger, and stronger means better.sometimes our pasts suck. what happened to us wasn't right, and there are no words or actions that can make it so. for what seems like forever my mind buried the memories deep inside in crevasses and in peeps that exist to help me deal. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.when a memory surfaces now...i sit with it. try and let it out..and and see where it takes me, and realize that i did nothing wrong..that my parents (or who ever) were evil, crazy, sadistic people. if it happens in therapy then my t gets me thru it and for that i am grateful.my abuse doesn't define who i am, but it did play a role in shaping me. so yeah, i do honor a memory when it pops up...i make some time for it and make it safe...for yeah..it means i'm getting stronger..i couldn't handle what happened when i was a kid...but now as an adult...i can manage a little better. still sucks, ain't fun...but hopefully i don't have to let it destroy me like it did in the past....now i have support.