If people with good childhoods get to tell their story and hang onto their past, why don’t those of us with bad upbringings get the same privilege?
Everyone around me gets the privilege of recalling & telling childhood memories – except for me. Everyone reminisces about the stuff that made them who they are – except, I can’t.
I’m sorry they won’t allow me to share my stuff. It made me who I am – except, I can’t share that part. They won’t let me.
I don’t mind if you know me. I’m willing to reveal all of who I am. Can I please tell you my story so that you may understand me better?
Nope, they don’t want to hear. I’m not shunned necessarily but I’m looked at as, “I feel bad for you, but we don’t want to hear your story.” You need to heal and get rid of that.
Why? I listen to your stories all the days long. Time and time again, I hear about the past from everyone around me, except – they don’t want me to tell a story at the table. They get to, but I do not.
Is this fair? Nope! Will this change in my life time? Probably not.
Listen, I am much more than my past but I don’t hear anyone with a good childhood being told to “not live in their past.” They use their past for strength in their today. The love and protection they were given they draw from all the time. There is nothing wrong with that.
So, here’s the thing — if their past is still with them for the good feel free to jump back into your past and extinguish the fires of yesterday. Our past remains with us. Period. It’s just a certainity.
How we choose to handle our past is what matters.
Wildflowers on the mountains of Montana! You see you today. All love!