Stick
Experienced
- Aug 31, 2020
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It's so weird. I used to barely remember anything about my childhood. I'd know things happened, but I wouldn't remember actual scenes. I assumed I'd lost those memories. Then, about two months ago, the day after my birthday, I had a flashback episode and a bunch of memories I didn't know I had came flooding back to me. I kept having episodes like this for a while, and they eventually stopped about a month ago. Still, even though I now had access to them, it was forced access. I couldn't stop myself from not thinking about the memories, or I couldn't think of them at all.
Yesterday, I was thinking about my childhood, and I realized that for the first time, I could actually just remember different parts of my life. I sat down and tried to remember second grade, and I could. I remembered things I didn't even know about myself. For example, I used to be a bully back in elementary school. I've always thought of myself as a kind person, and its so weird because now I have memories of myself saying awful things to other kids. It puts pieces into place that I couldn't explain before, too. Like, I never had friends when I was young, and now I remember why. It's because I was a piece of shit. And now I get why being kind to others is so important to me, because I wanted to make sure I never became that person again. It's so strange.
There are other things, too, but I don't want to list out my life story in one post.
My therapist thinks it's okay but like. This is so weird to feel. I had a life. I have experiences and those experiences shape me as a person, and I know what they are now.
Yesterday, I was thinking about my childhood, and I realized that for the first time, I could actually just remember different parts of my life. I sat down and tried to remember second grade, and I could. I remembered things I didn't even know about myself. For example, I used to be a bully back in elementary school. I've always thought of myself as a kind person, and its so weird because now I have memories of myself saying awful things to other kids. It puts pieces into place that I couldn't explain before, too. Like, I never had friends when I was young, and now I remember why. It's because I was a piece of shit. And now I get why being kind to others is so important to me, because I wanted to make sure I never became that person again. It's so strange.
There are other things, too, but I don't want to list out my life story in one post.
My therapist thinks it's okay but like. This is so weird to feel. I had a life. I have experiences and those experiences shape me as a person, and I know what they are now.