Exploring the Imperfection of Memory Recall

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In psychology we learned that you are never fully able to “vividly” recall memories, and that often times the memories you do recall are inaccurate. While I do not doubt my professor and her expert knowledge in her field, I truly do feel that there are a few memories I can vividly remember with precise detail. Flashbulb memories are the closest we can get to reliving an event, but even then these memories, while often referred to as “vivid” for lack of a better word, are still not completely accurate. The flashbulb memories I have of my favorite place feel factual rather than misconstrued, I know for a fact that these events happened, and it feels just as real as if they happened yesterday, but I am aware that logically I cannot know for sure …show more content…

Which is obviously ironic because nightmares are not usually associated with fond memories, or anything happy. Ever since my freshman year of high school I’ve had problems sleeping. I would stay up too late watching Skins UK and other television shows or I would hype myself up with caffeine and attempt to finish homework well into the early hours of the morning. Even once I stopped doing both of those things on a regular basis, and then very rarely, I still have had issues falling asleep and then staying asleep. I tend to find myself jerked awake at night by nightmares that I’m not usually able to remember. I’ve taken several different types of sleeping aids, tried meditation, ASMR videos, and various relaxing musics, but nothing has ever come close to working as well as falling asleep next to someone. A few weeks, or maybe a few months into dating, I woke up crying next to M. I no longer remember what the nightmare was about, but in those few moments after waking I did, and I ended up waking up M. to tell her about it. She was still half asleep and unsure of what was happening, but she stayed up for the next half hour listening while I talked, trying to console me. Once I was finished and exhausted but still too scared to go back to sleep, she wrapped me up in her arms and gently rubbed my back until she nodded off. The smell of her T-shirt and skin along with the calming sound of her breath was enough to lull me back to sleep. Every night after that when I slept over, and when we moved in together, we slept in the same position. During that time, I rarely had nightmares and I was getting more deep sleep then I had since I was a

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