The first time my counselor called my mother “evil” I freaked out a bit. An electric shock zapped through me as I totally rejected that idea. This was before any of my repressed memories had surfaced so my immediate thought was “No Way”! My mother was certainly unloving and unkind,…
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“Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.” I agree with Tom Wilson on that, although probably not for the same reason he said it. For me Mondays mean another therapy session. Since the repressed memories started those sessions are often distressing. But today I actively dreaded going. Last…
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From the beginning of this horrific journey into repressed memories I searched for meaning. I needed some meaning to justify all this pain. I decided that the meaning would come if I could use this experience to help someone else. So, in this blog I want to pass along some…
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As a missionary I wrote hundreds of newsletters, articles and blog entries over the years. Always my husband had one rule – only write the good stuff. No grumbling, griping or sharing frustrations was allowed. No matter how difficult the month had been you only passed along the happy news.…
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Floundering I have stared at this computer screen for the last 2 hours and I am still blank. I am floundering. Figuring out a reasonable way to combine two sets of childhood memories – those remembered and those repressed – to come up with a whole life really should not…
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I have survived two lives – at least that’s the way it feels. Two lives. Two sets of memories. First Life The first is the one I have always remembered. The traumatic memories there I discounted long ago as really not that bad on the abuse scale: My father beat…
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New Year’s Resolutions for 2022? I determined a few years ago not to make resolutions anymore. My track record has not been exactly pristine with those. Previous resolutions have included things like, “I will . . .” Eat only organic Exercise daily Sleep every night, not just some of them…
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I love the quote by Friedrich Nietzsche “What does not kill me makes me stronger.” The first time I read that years ago it blew me away. It was a truth that resonated to my core. I have survived many things and they have definitely made me stronger. I am…