Memories

I wonder if other people, “normal” people have first memories of their Mother’s cuddling them, playing with other children, laughing, being happy. Not that I don’t have some beautiful memories but it seems as though the cursed depressed allow these negative memories to run through the mind or stuff them so deep they are able to control our actions throughout life. How did I forget to block them out, take care of them while others seem to have mastered this skill?
Quite honestly I tucked many of these memories away, safely in the soft downy parts of my brain, for last 25 years. Hope, my therapist, gently dragged them kicking and screaming out of my mind and into the air that resonates in her dark windowless office. I wonder if everyone’s memories lurk in that small, dark and seemingly peaceful office. How do they escape? How does Dr. Hope prevent herself from breathing them all in and allowing them to take over her mind?

Discredit...what?

It is amazing how often one word can be used to discredit a person entirely. CRAZY! I hear it many times a day, in person, on t.v., at work. It almost as though some people chose to use it simply because they feel threatened by another person, most often a women.