Store Your Happy Memories Here:

[Croix]

Dear All~

What this place is for:
This thread is a tool, a resource, and also I guess a dash of entertainment.

I’ve found that when life is grim that sometimes thoughts of past happiness can create a chink of light in the grey overwhelming press of down. They can help occupy the mind with lighter reflections.

With that in view I invite people to set down a brief passage describing some happy event they look back to with fondness and peace.

They - and others too - can then return to it when they feel the need to glean a little warmth.

It is not a place for gloomy or dire tales, those can go elsewhere.

What to do:
Just set out, as simply as you like, your recollection of some past experience that means something good to you, something you enjoyed, something from safe times.

It can be, like my story below, anything – from an account of visiting grandparents to simply cooking and eating a melted-cheese sandwich in a favorite kitchen – you get to choose.

How to do it:
Write. Write enough so someone else can feel the mood, know what happened, find the goodness. (stop at 2,500 characters please!)

Grammar, syntax, spelling, punctuation are not compulsory, just write as you can – the only important thing is the content - not literary merit. Short or long - it does not matter.


I hope you enjoy, contribute and find a little distraction here when you need it.

Croix

[Guest_3712]

Do you think so ?

I hadn't thought of that .

Why is it do you think that when we are feeling so bad that you can't bring a happy memory to the surface, but all the bad ones are right there in front of you ?

Stressless

[Croix]

Dear Stressless~

Yes I do. This is just my theory but I think one of the pervasive effects of depression and anxiety (& PTSD) is that distorts balance in thinking. When it makes the mind tend to all black and hopeless one of the mechanisms it uses to do this is to suppress thoughts of good, of hope, of worth. In the process happy memories are shut off.

As for being reminded of Christmas movies, I think of A Child's Christmas In Wales by Dylan Thomas, made into a movie with Denholm Elliott.

Croix

[Croix]

Dear Mary~

Thank you for that lovely picture of an English family Christmas, an event I took part in for many years, and of course a contrast with what we have now, roast dinner in a roasting climate. A marvelous time to look back on.

It does remind me of an episode one year. We normally had a small nativity set with plaster figures all surrounding a fire made out of a lamp bulb. One year for a reason I forget we ended up with some chicks. To keep them warm we used a cardboard box and the lamp bulb from that set. Worked well and Christmas came to the sound of cheeping.

Croix

[Croix]

Dear Paul~

I'll value your memory here. It is a little different from tales told by most others and more valuable as a result. To find someone with the skill and patience to help you on such a deep level is a treasure beyond price, and to do so whilst steering you into the proper relationship is a rare thing.

To have a memory like that is not only happy but deeply significant.

Thank you for sharing it

Croix

[Moonstruck]

Stressless...that's just what occurred to me too, when reading this thread. I KNOW I have heaps of happy memories and moments stored away. but I rarely contribute here, not because I've had such a miserable sadness-ridden life....but because I can't easily recall them.

However the horrible ones are right there....I can relate them in clear detail. It annoys me because I know the happy ones must be there...somewhere!

Croix, how can I make them re-appear more towards the surface, so I can proudly tell some of them here? Why can't I re-live the happy memories......the way I can easily re-live the sad ones. why is that?

[Jackson1994]

Yes Croix we definitely were a pair of scamps - think Bart Simpson X 2, my poor mother. Every time we go to church for any occasion we laugh about the time I looked up the priests "dress" (well that's what I thought it was) or my brother saying "mum can we sit down now for gods sake, I'm so bored"

[Croix]

Dear Moon~

I wish I knew the complete answer. I do know by sitting down and reading portions of this thread I've been reminded of things completely buried.

Crpoix

[Quercus]

Hi everyone 😊

Moon and Croix... I found reading this thread seems to trigger memories I'd long forgotten too. I love it.

A new memory...

Yesterday I had a picnic dinner outside with two very interesting individuals, Batman and Rubble from Paw Patrol. The neighbours must have been wondering what on earth was going on at my place. The conversation went like this....

Me: So who did you rescue today Batman?

Batman: Batman is eating with his mouth closed.

Rubble: So is Rubble! I saved a chicken!

Me: excellent manners.

Batman: If Batman eats all his dinner can we have icecream?

Me: sorry Batman but you already had icecream after swimming remember?

Rubble: I like swimming lessons. And icecream.

Batman: (thinks) No. That's not right.... Mr 3 and Miss 2 had icecream after swimming. Batman and Rubble haven't had any!

How can you argue with that logic? When hubby was told as soon as he walked in the door "WE HAD 2 ICECREAMS!!!" he raised an eyebrow at me and I piped up. Nope. You had one! Rubble and Batman ate the other. Crisis averted 😊.

[Croix]

Dear Quercus~

You certainly lead a rich life

Croix (who wonders what the chicken was saved from)

[monkey_magic]

Strangers hands eliminating the tension, easing the stress. A feel of pain, of tightness, of tingling. Elbows caressing the crevices of my back easing my over thinking. Hands and fingers embracing, touching my head and neck. Soothing...

Another paid massage...