My Glass House
I could divide my 36 years up by parts. When I look back at my life I can see it almost as a timeline but it isn't the stock timeline that starts and ends on one straight line. My timeline in my mind is compartmentalized in clear glass boxes. Each box holds one "segment" of my life. That whole era held within the glass walls; the joy, the fear, the sadness, the specific events themselves....all trapped in these individual boxes. I can just "grab a box", open it, and relive that segment all over again within my mind. Sometimes I do this on a visceral level. I can bring myself back into these moments by lighting up my senses; music, smells, photos, etc. I can get so stuck in memories of my past, that everything and everyone around me just fade away. My body is left there, but I am not present. I cannot recall anything that happened, anything anyone said, even more frightening- anything I said. How am I speaking when my consciousness is literally elsewhere? the su...