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P.S. Memory is missing but (not caused by an accident)💭

Repressed Memory

Also known as memory is depressed. 💎

Have you ever known this condition? Very new to us...

It may have been around a long time ago, but we just realized 😔

We just know that we have this condition. (Unlock) We have one thing...Oh, I was like this because of this.

It's called 'memory depressed'.

It's not a direct disease. It's a psychological symptom.

The symptoms are...We can't remember a certain age of life. I can't think of it.

We live a normal life, we think we're normal all the time, family is normal, friends or people around us, everyone is normal, there's no domestic violence, there's nothing, like normal people, we think it's normal!

But we often don't remember the memories of childhood, wondering to ourselves why it is, why not remember, sometimes many times or situations that see friends come to tell their childhood, or back in time to each person's childhood, but, uh, my childhood...Why can't I remember?

And then there's one symptom. 💭

Enough time to think about your childhood, what it was like...I'm going to have the feeling of crying, it's going to feel stirred up first, and then it's going to cry, it's going to be sad, it's going to cry like a very sorry person.

This is often what it looks like to think, not to find a cause, not to know what it is, but we do not think or want to find a reason for it, because it may be thinking about something else, and it does not feel that childhood is very special...

❌ another reason why I don't know, wondering about myself, is when to relocate, move to work, or change something new where I've never been.....Where we're going, it's gonna be great, it's a good future, but we're gonna have the same feeling, want to cry, and feel like we're dumped, which if anyone knows us knows... We will cry in the early days, it will be sadness without knowing what is caused, crying like a dumped person, or we are heartbroken without having anything, and then where we go, it is a good place, there is a future, everyone supports, and we want to go, but...Every now and then, it's a sad feeling, a stopper, a throwaway feeling, a crying, a crying, a swollen eye, all of a sudden, it comes up every time something new changes to itself.

📌📌 until today, we went to read a symptom called. (Memories are depressed) We were very happy with this word, so went to read it.

It's a condition at a moment in life, whatever it is, that we experience too hard for us to accept, maybe being dumped, being hurt by words, or being compared, being perceived as strange, something like that, being hurt by words, being hurt by thoughts.

Bullies, etc.

* * It's not an assault * *

The brain may know that by remembering all the details, the heart may be broken, so it presses the erase button to survive and live to the present day.

So we can piece together why, when I think of anything about my childhood, I often cry a lot and I don't remember anything. There are some scenes where it is a normal memory, but most memory is not contiguous. It's like I remember that I was dumped in my childhood, restricted in my thoughts, but I can't remember the events in between. It's like I know the topic, but I don't have the content. It makes me never really think about the cause of it once, because I think I can't remember it.

But according to the symptoms, I cried...Because the body remembers, but the brain can't remember.

The memory didn't go anywhere, but it was moved to the body instead. When we tried to take it out, the brain couldn't imagine what it was like, but the heart, lungs, hands, feet, it remembered the feeling, so it sent out as tears, it corked, it was tight.

The childhood I forgot. Turns out...I myself used to be left alone.

Many may wonder...Why is it that families and their peers are normal, not physically abused? "

This is what we have always spent, too, because the memory is "a normal house."

But when we grow up, we just understand that..."Scar." It's not just from the wand. 😞

Maybe it's from...

1. Deep-seated words - "Why not like other children?" "When will you be good?" "Stay still. Don't be outstanding."

2. The feeling that no one sees - when we are glad, no one is glad, when we are sorry, no one asks.

3. Being compared every day - we see ourselves as strange, as alienated.

4. The atmosphere that makes a child be vigilant - afraid of doing wrong, afraid of not being loved.

For a child, this is "too heavy."

The child brain does not distinguish "this one is harsh" or "this one is small."

If the heart hurts that day, the brain will immediately choose "minus" to survive.

We don't blame the family or the people around us. They may not even know what they do or what they say.

We just understand ourselves...

"Oh, I can't remember, because I chose to forget to keep walking."

For us, lost childhood memories = a receipt of how much we've fought. Maybe forgetting it is better. Remember it, but it hurts forever.

Anyone who has experienced us can share it.

# True stories that many people don't know # Real experience # Memory is depressed # Childhood

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