I forgot I had this!

It took a friend asking me about something on it for me to look at it more closely and see that infact, at some point, I started this blog.

My husband went over a comment the other day. About me having the luxury of forgetting things. A luxury. Needless to say, that stung.

I honestly rather never forget a detail, than to have this.

Yes, I do have a "luxury" of forgetting bad things. Then again, there is a reason for bad things. They help you grow, to form into a better person, to not make the same mistake twice. They are there to learn from. Without them, there is no learning. There is no memory of how it felt in that moment. There is nothing.

I need the bad. I need the bad to help me be a better person. For me to grow and flourish.

We all need the bad to go with the good.

What people say is true. You go through bad things in order to learn. To try to prevent it in the future, to become stronger.

When there is no bad in your memory - how can one grow? learn? flourish?

I don't believe one can. Which is why it's so disheartening. It's not a luxury. It's a living nightmare.