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

[Croix]

Dear Mrs D

You too have thought about Moon's memory and what you said seems pretty spot on. I guess your ideas might apply to me too

I'm glad you can take pleasure from friends - and didn't cancel that time. Being wiht another person can make a big difference.

Croix

[Croix]

Dear Nat~

I'm sure depression does make moods extreme -as well as slanting them. That intensity can make them frightening too.

I do love your stories because they show how important a loving family is - even if kids run amok at times. Your stories show what is important - a lovely reminder

Croix

[Moonstruck]

Thanks Croix and others for helping me work this out...My take on it is perhaps it's because they are just that..."Memories" and not happening now!

sort of the opposite of PTSD...when you recall the horrible event as if it is happening now. The happiness of the past event sort of highlights the pain and trauma I've been through since and recently and still trying to deal with. The contrast is too great for me. I want to "feel" that way again, and I can't.

the happiness of the past will not come back or happen again. That makes me sad. It's the ultimate of what that word "bittersweet" means.

[Moonstruck]

Blondguy....which of your threads do you mean? "Do you love yourself??".....

[Just Sara]

Dear Nat;

What a beautiful and loving anecdote; morning glory!

I'm envious and happy you have such a lovely weird hubby. Troll indeed! ha ha

Thankyou for making my day!

Sez xo

[monkey_magic]

ATM I'm going on a road trip. Driving from one state to another passing small towns, water, tourist spots.

Fellow travellers sleeping in their cars at MacDonalds.

It's time for me to get back what I've lost ( health).

I'm changing what I do everyday, breaking the cycle.

Sunshine, I'm tanned, minimal makeup, hair in a side bun, no expensive hotels this time, one set of clothes I can wash. I'll prob buy things as I didn't bring much with me, just ddddrrrrroooovvvveeee...I needed to just get away, even though I didn't get payed.

My regrowth is growing through ( who cares) underwear prob smelly ( oh well) lipstick coming off...sometimes you just need to get away.....!!!

Dried bugs on the car, windscreen fogging up, down to $300, sometimes you just need to get away.....

So everybody, I am on my way...looking for what I've lost- myself!!!!

I come first now.

[Sad_Mushroom]

I was raised by my father. He named me after him even though I was a girl.

I remember the first boy who ever liked me in school. He wrote me a note (one of those "I like you, do you like me" things) put perfume on it and put it in our letterbox. When I got home from school my dad was at the kitchen table. Dad held up the envelope and said "oh some boy named Craig sent me a letter" I began grabbing for it saying it was for me but dad sat there smiling and teasing saying "oh no, it's for me it has my name on it" Dad acted like he was going to open it and I was jumping trying to reach it.

A few days later I checked the letterbox and there was an envelope with a cheque in it. I sat at the kitchen table waiting for dad to get home, so I could show him the cheque someone named Tom sent to me. After all, it had my name on it.!!

SM

[demonblaster]

Heya Croix & all 🙂 such a pleasure reading these

LOL Quercus still smiling, as good as an ashtray on a surfboard, classic, gotta remember that one

Sad that's sooo coool loved it, what a great Dad. Wow that boy from school, he had the moves happening young, perfume, bet he's gone far :D. I had punches in the arm, threw the stroppies at them or punched back but didn't stop em
Actually on punching, a maori fella at school, Maoris blokes are built like brick beep houses, bully to some not the girls I'll give him that & overall apart from that he was nice, we sat for a while adjacent and he'd punch me in the arm and I'd whack him back, halarious the teacher would pull us up saying stop that & I'd say HE"S PUNCHING ME!!!!. He wasn't bullying, just being a pain, and I laugh thinking about the thud sound the teacher heard while writing on the board lol

Moon great replies to your ? adding depression wanting us ONLY to be down it resists happiness.

Croix the occasional good one leaking out, strength popping in. Pain & misery is the beasts playground

One of my happies: Was going through stuff other day oops haven't finished cleaning it all up yet, came across a stack of little cartoony type characters each with a different name depending on what they looked like.
I was compulsive on Pokies (only) and to fill the massive void after stopping we played Keno which most of the time's pretty much like watching paint dry, then I think it was 3 minutes between keno games, so had a note pad and late partner & I would in turn start creating little people some chooks some males, it was sooo much fun, probs started with torso then the other might add arms the other legs, OH buzzing thinking of it then accessories, handbag, halo, Jandals (thongs) hair (different styles) and a little story going on while we were creating. Was grouss cause anything goes, imaginations were unleashed
It was magic, don't have him anymore (apart from in my heart & memories of course) & that's a Gold, now I've got it here to look back on.

Again thanks so much for such a fantastic thread. Bringing light to so many, good on ya Croix 🙂 (Y) -Like on facebook fb

[Sad_Mushroom]

Hi The Abyss,

In response to your post from the 15 April 2017 where you mention horse riding on the beach.

When I was 18yo my father bought a horse riding school on the NSW Coast and the most requested rides were (of course) sunrise beach rides. Every morning at the crack of dawn, my father, myself and 11 strangers would ride along the beach and watch the sun come up.

I hadn't connected it with a happy memory before reading your post, as to me it was work (not a holiday) but after reading your post and thinking back, I realise how good it made me feel. That time with dad was precious.

Thank you

SM

[Quercus]

Hi Croix and DB and SM and Sara and Moonstruck and Paul (loving seeing so many people focusing on the positives by the way).

SM your posts about your Dad are lovely thank you for sharing them.

DB I'm glad you found the cartoons so you can think of those memories. Will you frame them do you think?

Sara I'm glad you got a laugh (and I'm always thankful for hubby even if he calls me a troll 😁).

I love this thread. When I am sinking like now it helps me to claw my way back up.

My happies (hehe DB) for the day...

At the sink washing dishes hubby comes home from night shift and taps on the glass. A wide smile.

He points at me (YOU).

Hands wide apart (BIG).

Crouches and hops like a frog (TOAD).

Makes a heart with his fingers (LOVE YOU).

B jcxh4