Widening the Lens of Memory

We often remember childhood through its sharpest edges. The moments that hurt, the times we felt alone, misunderstood, or unsafe tend to rise first. This isn’t because they were the only things that mattered, but because pain demands attention.

What we forget is that alongside those moments, there were others that did not require survival. Quiet joys. Small consistencies. Spaces where we felt absorbed, curious, or calm. These experiences did not disappear. They were simply overshadowed when pain became louder.

Revisiting childhood is not about denying what hurt. It is about restoring balance. When we widen the lens, we begin to see that our story is not defined solely by what overwhelmed us, but also by what sustained us. You are not your past. You are the one who carries it—and that means it can be held differently.