We all have bad memories. Days or places or things we’d like to forget. I’m not talking about the day where everything goes wrong (though I’m sure we’ve all had a few of those too). What I’m talking about are the bad memories related to the bad events that happen in our lives. For example, I remember the day my grandmother died. It’s a bad memory, though I am glad I was there and I was able to be there for my mother, the whole day is one blur of pain. It seems like whenever something goes truly wrong or … Continue reading →