This has been an odd feeling I've been having for the past couple weeks. I feel like I was "baptized" and born again, but I can never really pinpoint when it happened. Over time I lost identity of who I was growing up, as if the lockdowns completely erased all sense of who I was. I still have memories of my younger self of course, but now they don't really feel like they're my memories. A lot of my ambitions remain the same, but I still like there's a lot missing. Think of switching from Windows to Linux and you're still struggling to learn all the features. That's how, I guess, my soul feels.
Anyone else experiencing this? Is this supposed to be a good thing?
What I'm dealing with is actually being alive long enough to remember being radically different in various points of time but not being able to precisely see when the transition between those states of being took place. Like the amount of memories I have for these various personas seem way too high for the amount of time they lasted. Especially when I consider the amount of purely wasted time spent as a hardcore addict avoiding responsibility.