[Guest]

I can't stop looking over memories. All of them, especially those which somehow stick with me.

I can't take it. All the time, memories - either random or somehow stirred up by whatever situation I'm in.

I have this feeling I'm missing something...but I don't know if this is why I'm stuck in my memory, or the fact I'm looking through my memories is making my feel like this.

My councellor doesn't seem to think I have any hidden memories or anything...and I can't think of anything obvious. I just can't take all these fragments, shards, of memories invading every second of my life. And of course, with the way I'm feeling, every memory seems either miserable, 'grey', sinister, or otherwise 'wrong'.

Has anyone else got this? Does anyone know where I can find out about this? Combined with how I'm feeling, anxiety, the thoughts I'm having etc I don't know how longer I can go on.

 

[livinginhell333]

yea i have memories all the time. i think back all the time on things that happended b4 i slipped into nothingness and hell. good, bad whatever.

 

[Guest]

yea i have memories all the time. i think back all the time on things that happended b4 i slipped into nothingness and hell. good, bad whatever.

Mine are from everything - whenever I felt 'different' in childhood (I've had 'odd' feelings my whole life but just cannot explain them and it frustrates me so much). Some of me thinks maybe it's to do with being born or a baby (Perhaps Janine can shed light on that), seeing as I struggle to describe it so much.

 

[enigma]

I dwell in the past to a far higher degree than could probably be considered healthy.

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[Guest]

I dwell in the past to a far higher degree than could probably be considered healthy.

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In a comforting way? Or in a way that feels bad?

 

[enigma]

In a comforting way? Or in a way that feels bad?

Mostly comforting (to a large degree, a 'niced up' version of it).

It's basically a form of escapism.

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[Guest]

In a comforting way? Or in a way that feels bad?

Mostly comforting (to a large degree, a 'niced up' version of it).

It's basically a form of escapism.

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I wish mine was, mine is either:

Unhappy nostalgia ('Why don't I feel like that anymore?)'
'Sinister' memories ('Why did I feel like that? Such an odd feeling, I can't describe it.')