Why does literally no one talk about chronically ruminating/staying attached to the *GOOD* past?
I’ve new books this… ever since quarantine. Almost other year (with some exceptions of course, as well) my years have turned out like a dream, like absolutely amazing euphoria. Now this is tied to my personal, self-explainable psychology. But when I try to research this exact phenomenon, the net just spits up: “thinking of the past increases\\\[bad reactions\\\]” or links it to some things related to anxiety, depression, really negative states of feeling. When you look up the good, it associates it directly with nostalgia…. This isn’t nostalgia.
It’s rumination but for a time you can no longer cling on to, a time you once had, but now—every damn Time—your heart may shatter at mere distantly-related reminders of those memories or flicks. It’s as if it’s supposed to pain you, on purpose. You have no other way out other than seeking your own way out—but how, if you feel absolutely helpless in your present.