Mindscapes: Exploring the Depths Within

Chapter 2 : Shadows of the past

With a deep breath, Sage prepares to embark on a journey into the depths of their mind. Memories, long forgotten and buried, stir within, beckoning Sage to confront the ghosts of their past.

Sage's POV:

In the recesses of my mind, a symphony of emotions swirls, each note a delicate echo of my childhood. Memories, fragile and fragmented, dance like shadows in the moonlight, beckoning me to explore the depths of my past.

With trembling hands, I reach out, grasping at the wisps of recollection that drift just beyond my reach. I remember the warmth of my mother's embrace, the gentle lullabies that soothed me to sleep on restless nights. But alongside these tender moments, darker shades emerge, casting a pall over the landscape of my memories.

I recall the sting of rejection, the ache of loneliness that gnawed at my young heart. I remember the taunts of classmates, the feeling of being different, of never quite fitting in. Each memory is a sharp thorn in my side, a reminder of the pain and isolation I endured.

Yet, amidst the darkness, there are glimmers of light. I remember the moments of joy, however fleeting, when laughter bubbled up from deep within my chest and chased away the shadows. I remember the simple pleasures of childhood - the taste of ice cream on a hot summer's day, the exhilarating rush of spinning in circles until I collapsed in a dizzy heap.

As I sift through these fragments of my past, my heart swells with a tumult of emotions - sadness and joy, longing and regret. But beneath it all, there is a flicker of something else - a spark of resilience, of hope. For even in the darkest moments, I find strength in the knowledge that I survived, that I endured.

"I remember very little about my childhood moments as if I was never in my past memories. I feel empty but motivated, dull but fresh when I think about my childhood. I was always busy throughout my childhood and I don't know why I was like that? And I m still searching for that question's answer. 

I remember onetime I was very happy like genuinely happy . It was ............ I can't .. , I cant remember the reason though but its ok at least its confirmed that I was also happy ....

I remember Even in my childhood, I used to think of what other might feel after my action so that's also why I can't expressed myself till this day. 

I remember laughing and playing in the school during PT class, while playing my classmate pulled my sweater and instead of ignoring such little incidents , I can remember each and every detail🤦‍♀️. After we played and return to class , I was frequently checking whether my sweater is in good state or not , I thought what my mother would feel or like what would my sibling will do if i behave like this etc etc..... 

I remember so many things but i don't remember a single time when I was happy for me and only me. But it doesn't mean I had a rough childhood or my parents didn't treat me right, its just that I grew up way too early that I forgot I have such thing called child hood. My mom loves me a lot that sometime those loves turn into massive overprotective nature that because she thinks I am way too fragile but at the same time she wants me to achieve every other things on my own. So you can i guess how was my childhood. Its funny ,isn't it ? "

And as I continue to unravel the tangled threads of my past, I know that with each memory unearthed, I come one step closer to understanding myself, to finding peace amidst the chaos of my own mind.

But the journey is far from over, and I know that the shadows of the past still loom large. With determination in my heart, I steel myself for the next leg of my journey, ready to confront whatever lies ahead with courage and resilience. For though the road may be long and fraught with obstacles, I am not alone - within the depths of my own soul, I carry the strength to face whatever may come.

Sage was just staring at the clouds and making her thoughts to run over and over again. She was feeling something , something unusual  that she forgot about the time .