I Forgot What?

I Forgot What?

A couple of weeks ago, my external life took a back seat to my internal life.  Although my external life is pretty good these days, my internal life is pretty ugly.  It is a series of traumatic experiences with emotions to match.  When it is time to pay attention to...
Mirror Mirror In My House

Mirror Mirror In My House

Life is a mirror. I have always believed that. To be more exact, the external life always represents your internal state of being, which is largely unconscious. This may sound like spiritual babble, but I have had some overwhelming examples in my own life. In my...
Curiosity Was Framed

Curiosity Was Framed

I remember the first time I stopped defending against my repressed memories.  I had always seen the memory flashes, but I ignored them.  They weren’t memory flashes of actual attacks.  They were images of very mundane scenes like a living room, a trinket on a counter...
Finding My Flow

Finding My Flow

I have moved past the point in my life where I describe myself by what I do for a living, but if I had to, I would say I’m a program manager.  By nature, program managers are highly organized (if they are any good).  I am also finishing three years of school...
Suddenly I See

Suddenly I See

I wish I could say that statement were true for me.  The problem with memory repression is that everything is foggy.  When repressing recurring trauma, it can be hard to remember the good stuff because the brain is so busy trying not to remember the bad stuff.  Of...
Memories

Memories

Sometimes people ask me, “How did you know that there was something you forgot?”  On a conscious level, I didn’t.  But something seemed wrong.  I was so anxious and so sick, and no doctor could determine the cause.  I also found that there were huge gaps in my...