Does anyone find that when a memory( a good one ) comes up, it makes you feel confused as to what to think about your childhood?

Like for me I will have such a set idea that I had hard time.. then I remember something good and I feel all thrown out of whack.. in a way.

Sort of like ...Hmm there was good?

And then I (or the alters as I have DID and it seems to be a general consensus with everyone so far) sometimes feel guilty in remembering the good, sort of like .. I dont know.

I guess I didnt explain that very well.