But something just flashed through me. A memory. One I haven’t had before. I remember. And I know this memory is real.

Maybe some part of me has found a door..

For as long as I can remember I have really only had very vivid memories of particular parts of my childhood. Most of them not overly great. A few good ones. And most of them really bad.

My bad is going to be different to your bad, reader, whoever you are reading this. But bad is bad and so far every single person I’ve ever met has experienced it.

Do I need to get those memories back?

All of the very many psychologists and psychiatrists I’ve seen all agree that no, there is absolutely no need to get the memories back and some even say it could be detrimental to my mental stability.

But that was back then when I was at my worst. That is no longer who I am. The person who I am today is a person I’m not sure I ever could have imagined I’d become.

I love myself. In a flaws and all, I’m perfectly imperfect exactly the way I am kind of way. I see the world and everyone in it in a way that once again were dreams I had for for long. I see the good. I see the happiness. The love. I am a completely different version of myself in all the right ways and yet am still fundamentally at my heart still completely true to who I am.

I am so many things. Labels. Everything is labels in this 3D land. But the main label I am is happy and that is wonderful and peaceful and brings with it such a blissful feeling of contentment.

So who knows maybe this is why long lost memories are coming to the surface.. admittedly still very brief snippets.. because I can handle it now? It may give me more perspective?

Oh Libby you silly duffer, everything will happen exactly as its supposed to happen because it allows does 😅

Peace and love everybody ♡