nostalgia kills me at times
i'm in my late 40s now, i live alone and have ended up alone sadly, but when i think back to my happy childhood and brief times of happiness when i was younger, it devastates me...when i grew up in the 80s i felt loved and secure by my mum and dad, had my little friends and never had a care in the world....a time when music, films and media was great, a time when england was 'england' without the mass immigration.
sadly when i got well into my teens i developed mental health problems and my life went down a dark path, i lost touch with my childhood friends and a lot has happened to me, i survived and now i'm here now, on my own, in this apartment without a support system except for my elderly mum and dad, who live far away.
but when i cast my mind back to long ago, where england was a different better place, where i was a happy child, being looked after by my mum and dad, when i felt secure, when i had lots of enchantment and hope for my life and future, it makes me want to break down in tears......because that time is gone now forever...and now i've ended up on my own as an adult, coping with psychological problems.
i also remember back in 2002 when i lived in supported housing in Liverpool anfield, i got to know this girl in another supported housing, named haley, and we were going out with each other whilst i was living there, she really fancied me....and it was great for the time i knew her.....but sadly that housing project fell through and i had to come back to manchester and i lost touch with haley for good......but i remember her and remember how fond i was of her and she of me.
and all these nostalgic memories break my heart, because i've ended up isolated and alone.
does anyone have any thoughts?
sadly when i got well into my teens i developed mental health problems and my life went down a dark path, i lost touch with my childhood friends and a lot has happened to me, i survived and now i'm here now, on my own, in this apartment without a support system except for my elderly mum and dad, who live far away.
but when i cast my mind back to long ago, where england was a different better place, where i was a happy child, being looked after by my mum and dad, when i felt secure, when i had lots of enchantment and hope for my life and future, it makes me want to break down in tears......because that time is gone now forever...and now i've ended up on my own as an adult, coping with psychological problems.
i also remember back in 2002 when i lived in supported housing in Liverpool anfield, i got to know this girl in another supported housing, named haley, and we were going out with each other whilst i was living there, she really fancied me....and it was great for the time i knew her.....but sadly that housing project fell through and i had to come back to manchester and i lost touch with haley for good......but i remember her and remember how fond i was of her and she of me.
and all these nostalgic memories break my heart, because i've ended up isolated and alone.
does anyone have any thoughts?
46-50, M
