Remembering the Old Me
Today, I came across a news headline that gave me pause: Scientists have found a way to change memory in mice and now they wonder if they can do the same for humans. After I saw that headline, I thought: I don’t want any of my memories to be changed! When I was a drunk, I used to joke that I had some brain cells that I wanted to destroy. Or that I wanted to forget certain memories that were haunting me. But these days, I would rather hold on to my memories, as bad as some of them are. But, later, when I was chatting with one of my siblings, a new thought struck: Is it possible for recovering alcoholics to remember everything about what their life was like during their drinking days? Is it possible for them to forget some of the most horrible things they did when they were drunk? I was wondering this because, in that conversation, my sibling was talking about how a former drunk had told her that he blacked out and forgot about the things he ha