As therapy, its absolutely cheaper than going to a shrink and writing a blog is like talking to a totally objective entity. No judgments, it just listens. There are, of course, no answers or feedback either but sometimes you get your own by seeing your life before you in print and in photos.
Scanning the photos of my early life triggers memories that were long forgotten. Luckily for my personal therapy, almost all of the photos are of happy days so it keeps me from dwelling on sad and unpleasant times. Quite selfishly, I can also just scan the life memories I want and keep the others somewhere in a box.
As I look at old photos from before I was born, it makes me wonder what our family was like when my mother was young. I love this photo of her, sitting on a bike with my Aunt Sheila standing nearby. I can create my own story, true or imaginary, about what a happy life she had. It's the way I like to remember my mother....happy.
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