Memories and Flashbacks with some popcorn anyone?
As I have written before about my depression, half the fun is having flashbacks. I was a pretty OK kid, but I had a lot of bad memories growing up. For example, when my maternal Grandmother lived in Michigan, she lived by herself in Flint. She work at a Laundry place for these old couple who have owned it for years. One night she was working late and the store got robbed and they held her at gun point. It scared me knowing as a kid something bad could have happen to her. about maybe a few months late she moved to taxes where everyone was.
Lately though I have been having a flashback from when I was 8. I was reading a book for Genealogy and it said the best thing you can do is to write a time line about you, yourself. As I was writing it, for weeks I couldn't figure out what why I couldn't remember the year 2004, Its very personal to me and I wont spare you the details, but it sudden clicked with my flashback, and I guess i must have blocked out that whole year and memory, I will say though after that event in my life, everyone seamed to move to Texas and it broke my heart.
I will say that even though some of my family is far away, I still have a connection to them and I written letters to them, getting them back is the best part and on birthdays we call each other.
I guess you should say the moral of the story is to never let a horrible memory destroy a relationship with someone you really love, and to never thing its to late to let your feelings out to them.
Lately though I have been having a flashback from when I was 8. I was reading a book for Genealogy and it said the best thing you can do is to write a time line about you, yourself. As I was writing it, for weeks I couldn't figure out what why I couldn't remember the year 2004, Its very personal to me and I wont spare you the details, but it sudden clicked with my flashback, and I guess i must have blocked out that whole year and memory, I will say though after that event in my life, everyone seamed to move to Texas and it broke my heart.
I will say that even though some of my family is far away, I still have a connection to them and I written letters to them, getting them back is the best part and on birthdays we call each other.
I guess you should say the moral of the story is to never let a horrible memory destroy a relationship with someone you really love, and to never thing its to late to let your feelings out to them.
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