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Beth Feagan's avatar

Thank you for this post, Janisse. I'm interested in discerning the difference between actual memories and imagined ones. What's really mine? What's a story my Mama told me?

Memories are like dreams - if I can be alert and grab onto them as they flit by, I can dive in. But if I am too distracted, they fly away. Smells are powerful memory aids, too. They can take me right back, like magic.

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Julie Tennis's avatar

I had one or two positive memories from childhood, and several traumatic ones. I just figured that's all there was. Until I wrote an angry letter to my mom, giving voice to an incident that I'd been having a two-year-long cPTSD flare up about. Afterwards, all the bad memories faded to the background and all I could remember were lots of good memories, ones I didn't know I still had. That lasted about four months. It was like a reverse flare up.

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