The memories that come to my mind now are older. I've covered most of the really ridiculous stuff from the last fifteen years, but the stories that made me therapist cry were the old and buried things I didn't even know were weird. Writing my post earlier today brought the following verses to mind:
These are the stories like shrapnel.
The digging brings anguish and doubt.
Perhaps they should've stayed buried,
But damn it feels good when they're out.
And it does feel good when they're out.