When did it become so hard,
To tell the truth,
And show our scars?
When did we decide that we,
Must hide our hurt,
To distant lands,
Within our heads,
Dulled and dead,
Never to be shared aloud,
Instead we’re silent,
Proud of juggling life so well,
Proud we manage not to tell,
Proud our lives look good to all,
But pride’s what comes before a fall.
And so we hide hurt rather well,
But deep inside it starts to swell,
Until we’re taken with the tide,
Of all the things we tried to hide,
And then our secrets are no more,
Our problems spill upon the floor,
Seeping, sliding making mess,
Whilst others sidestep,
We couldn’t manage any more.
We hid our scars but they’re still raw.
From Beware the Barrenness of a busy Life
Painful memories are often the hardest to forget. No matter how hard we are trying to shake them off, they leave permanent wrinkles in the fabric of our souls and keep coming back to our minds.
For years scientists were trying to discovered a magic drug that could ‘erase’ painful memories and help people deal with trauma. What effect however that might have on us and our lives? As we learn to avoid dangerous situations by recalling moments of fear and pain, what will happen to all that learning once we get our bad memories erased or re-written? How will our identities change if we no longer remember the things that have hurt us?
Interestingly enough, according to some recent research stressful events in life can be a contributing factor to developing dementia in later life. Could that be the nature’s way of easing the pain of bad memories?
From Why we need memory-altering drugs
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