Finding myself - multiple me...

I thought that that you were meant to go to India to find yourself. Well, I’ve been to India a few times and to tell you the truth I didn’t find myself there at all. I did have a really great time though; it really is a fascinating country. But as for finding myself… well no, not at all.

Strange isn’t it? You start out thinking that you know who you are and then years later, somewhere along the way, you find that you don’t have a clue as to what you are and who you’ve been. Well, at least I don’t, there seem to be so many of me.

Mind you, I have a better idea these days than I did before, I’ve learnt to self-regress you see. No, it isn't bonkers and It isn’t hard. All you do is take yourself off to an imaginary room and wander down a corridor where there are lots of rooms which hold your life experiences. Behind each door is a you. Sometimes you know them and sometimes you don't - those are the ones you've forgotten.

It’s not always as you expect, but it’s helped me to remember things from long ago in detail. Things I had ‘forgotten’ or rather subconsciously hidden away because I didn’t want to think about them. Some of those me's explain a lot about who and what I am, others are just stuff. Sometimes I find myself feeling what I felt all that time ago, other times I just stand at the door and watch as a version of me goes through it all again. Is it real? Oh yes, it’s real. Did it really happen? Yes it happened, I know that as surely as I know I’ve always known that me but have chosen not to recognise him. Call him my inner child if you like.

I think others remember me too. Maybe that explains her silence.