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I have been trying self hypnosis. Last night I felt extremely uneasy as I got into it, even though I went into it knowing it was safe with no anxiety. Started out as a random itch on my nose and the sole of my foot. Then just an almost crawly feeling deep in my back up my spine, so I stopped...

I think it was the beach and my relaxed state of mind that triggered something initially. Now there are a handful of songs I can't even listen to without bawling. I really miss something or someone I have lost, and I haven't lost and do not miss anyone in this life. I have a hunch of who/...

I feel like I will never get any further. But I am still haunted with intense nostalgia, so I will keep trying. Thanks for your thoughts .

I took your advice and let go of my anxieties, made my intentions clear and made my "safe zone." Tried self hypnosis/ meditation as I went to sleep. I had a vivid and weird dream (normal for me) about my present life, but within this dream there was a TV. A commercial played in a loop...

I don't feel conflicted. I didn't grow up with any structured religion. My parents were each a different religion and we practiced nothing. So I have read about a lot of beliefs and am comfortable deciding for myself what I pull from it all. By the time I received my sacraments, I had my own...

when my now 7 yo daughter was 2, we planned a vacation to Jamaica. I was debating on whether or not to take her to climb a waterfall in my usual neurotic way. A couple of people tried convincing me it was fine to take her, apparently there is an area for little ones. So that night as we lay...

I think all parents worry about their children. What probably makes me a little different is the way my imagination can run wild with "what ifs." This is one reason I don't trust what I am feeling as past life memory vs. anxiety as it relates to kidnapping. But anxiety stems from somewhere...

Thank you for your reply (to my first post here) I probably should have said "hello" at the top of this thread, lol. It wasn't so much the era as the life that I (might have been) left behind. I feel like I wasn't ready to leave. Thank you for the link to the music thread. Like I said I am...

In some of my earliest memories, I remember looking through my eyes at the world in front of me in disbelief that I was here. Growing up, the memory of that feeling of actually seeing the world through my (someone else's) eyes, and the feeling of amazement that I was actually here never faded...