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Melancholia
These past days, I have ended up with an endless loop of Melancholia, it was triggered by some childhood memories that kind of threw me a bit. And needless to say, I had to do a deep dive into that pound of memories. Did it help me in the end? Both no and yes, so let me explain.
Childhood Memories — Good and Bad
Memories are a strange thing, a landscape that doesn’t always follow any timeline or sense. But what I understand is a collection of sensations, feelings, and fragmented moments that make a foundation for what and who we are. Going down the memory pathway can be both good and bad; we usually choose the good, but sometimes we need to deal with the bad ones as well.
I have mostly good memories from my childhood, although some dark ones are recurring to me too. My mother’s mental illness is one, and another one is being bullied in school, almost to the point that I would have died!
The saying, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger,” is, in my opinion, both right and wrong. It’s more complex than that, as it stands as a part of the way we’re acting and becoming. And sometimes I see the lines are blurring.
Bad or Painful Memories
What strikes me the most is how painful memories sometimes carry unexpected gifts in them. I see some of mine are giving me parts of who I have become and what I…
