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I have lived for 25 years with a buried secret. I am the one that put it there. I am the one that had a bunch of stressors that caused an earthquake last fall to let this crap out. I am impatient to know everything that happened, every sick detail, so I dig around, read old college letters, look at photos, old poems I wrote, artwork, listen to songs. Ask people questions about that night. It is like I am a private detective into my own past. And while I obsessively do this, I relive it. I was told last night to deal in the present, stop digging in the past, don't stalk your abuser on social media, no good can come of it, it isn't healthy. Stay in the present. Yet while I cried myself to sleep and curled up against the imaginary green vinyl dorm bed edge last night, I relived those horrible emotions (that had been buried) and my friend on this site pmed with me and I didn't feel alone. This morning I feel fine. Better.
So how is this not healing? I am having trouble understanding why I was told that this is not healthy.
So how is this not healing? I am having trouble understanding why I was told that this is not healthy.