đšÂ Shift - Letting go of the Past (finally!)
đ Why I Was Obsessed with Keeping Content to Trigger Memory
Survival Through Memory I used to feel that if something wasnât recorded, it hadnât really happened. This was especially true because of my memory gaps and dissociation, likely tied to trauma. Recording everything became a way to anchor my identity and prove to myself that my life had meaning, love, and moments of joy.
Self-Worth and External Validation Keeping evidence (photos, journals, videos) was also a way to combat the internal belief that my life was meaningless or wasted. I hoped others would see value in my lifeâor that I could finally see it myselfâthrough what I had produced or preserved.
Fear of Losing the Good I was afraid that when I was in dark or numb states, Iâd forget the times I was happy, loved, or accomplished. Archiving was a way to protect access to joy and prove I wasnât always suffering.
Compulsion from Lack of Integration Without an internal sense of continuity, I relied on external data to stitch my story together. This obsession came from a place of fragmentation and fear of being erased or forgottenâeven by myself.
đą Why the Obsession Has Shifted Now
Present-Moment Grounding I now feel more anchored in the present and more connected to who I am today. This stability means I donât need to compulsively revisit or reconstruct my past to feel real.
Self-Trust and Internal Continuity Iâve begun to trust that the important parts of my past are still within me. I can access them through intuition, inner dialogue (like IFS), and a felt sense of wholenessânot just through files or photos.
Liberation from External Proof I no longer need to âproveâ my life had value through achievements, archives, or othersâ recognition. My existence feels enough in itself.
Emotional Fulfillment in the Present Iâve found meaningful connection and self-love in my life now. The obsessive need to document has faded because the core longingâfor love, for being witnessedâis already being met.
Shift in Purpose for Creating I used to create hoping to be admired, understood, or to redeem my suffering. Now, I feel ready to create from a place of curiosity and joyânot desperation or pressure.