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?
My parents ruined my and my sister's lives. She turned into a narcissistic cunt because of them. I think my subconscious hides a lot of the bad shit that happened when I was a kid. Some things that happened to me feel like they never did. I sometimes wonder if my mind planted false memories in itself to protect my conscious mind.
Not saying you bought into much or any, but the amount of propaganda we've had to endure the last two years has been on such a level that I don't think Goebbels could have imagined it even if he was thinking of the future. I don't believe we have to necessarily experience something bad ourselves for our mind to protect us.