For context: I’m a young adult, I don’t think I have any serious brain issues yet.
But I’ve recently been just trying to remember the past and although its kinda tragic, there are very interesting moments and I want to keep these memories forever.
But brains aren’t perfect, and I’m just so scared.
Even re-reading the events from a journal woudn’t exactly be the same as remembering it.
Idk, I’m kinda just obsessed with some memories for some reason. Don’t wanna let go of it. Having this “backstory” (for lack of a better term), is what drives me forward, without those memories, like if I get a concussion and forgot everything, I wouldn’t really be… well… “me” anymore, and the thought of that is terrifying.
Not really. Just because you can’t actively remember something doesn’t mean it’s lost. Just the pathways to that memory are not being stimulated at the time. There will be random times you remember something you thought you lost but the brain is resilient.
I’ve got some pre-forming-complex-thoughts memory about being on a hill at a beach that gets triggered whenever I smell a combo of salt and certain flowers. It’s a weirdly vivid but otherwise completely contextless image of just being on a little hill surrounded by sand interspersed with all these little white flowers, watching waves roll in. It’s such a strange and kind of confusing (because afaik, I did not grow up near or visit any beaches as a child) strain of nostalgia. Hits like a truck in the wild tho. Hard to explain the feeling beyond that. It’s just so very odd, and this comment reminded me of that strange…memory? Feeling? Idea? Not even sure what to call it, really.