These days it is easy to be reminded of one’s past, both good and bad. The images of our lives are literally in the palm of our hands, on our cell phones. Facebook greets us with it’s “Facebook memories” to remind us of what we posted on this date in years past. There are digital records of all our blogs, posts, chats, and messages.
Having a picture flash across the screen, whether or not the picture itself is awkward or sad, can trigger a flashback for someone with PTSD, or provoke profound sadness in the grief-stricken.
I know I control this technology. I can turn off Facebook’s memories, and choose when and where to review my photo’s or chats, but I haven’t implemented any such controls because I haven’t decided how I feel about it yet.
Maybe today is meant to be the day I see the picture I posted two years ago of my beloved pet. Maybe this particular memory is another facet in the continuing journey of grief. Maybe todays feelings, however they are brought out, are in preparation for more intense feelings to come; and might temper PTSD symptoms triggered by tomorrow’s flashback.
Is it algorithms and programming or is it the universe at work? I lean towards the later but suspect it’s a cosmic combination of the two.