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Repressed memories . A diagnosis I've studied in psychology where your mind unconsciously avoids thinking of a specific memory , burying it in your mind , until something triggers you to remember it . Days after I've sat in that lecture hall and intently listened to what the professor explained , about how it happens and what part of our brain pushes it aside and how you could possibly help trigger the memory -- I selfishly wished that something like that could've happened to me . I selfishly envied the fact that I don't have that . It's a blessing and a curse , not having to remember any of the dark s**t you've been through . At that moment , I felt like screaming and crying , I felt like throwing something . I felt angry .
Because why do I have to walk around with all these t
