I don’t think I would have gotten to where I am without my mind stepping in.
One of the pitfalls of a breakup is the memory reel always playing in your head. My mind has decided to separate me from them.
So while I can think of an event or moment with Tom, I can’t picture it or even feel any emotional or historical connection. All the hurtful parts have been removed, in other words. It’s like it is someone else’s past and not mine.
Oh, it is completely not typical, but the shrink is not concerned. Not even when I describe the texture of a concrete wall I literally feel with my mind if I TRY to think about a memory.
There is so much about the brain we don’t know. Is it truly possible that it really protects us??