Today I had a "flashback" (for lack of a better term) of one time when I was having a bad day and my mother asked me what was wrong, and I refused to tell her. I don't even remember why I refused to tell her. This was about 1994 or 1995 or so and just today I remembered it and I cried for a few minutes over it. I told my mother today, and she doesn't even remember the incident, which actually made me feel worse, not better, because now it seems unresolvable. This very frequently happens. In a few months or a few days (there doesn't seem to be a pattern) I'll remember something else I did wrong many years ago and feel horrible about it.

In short, I hold grudges against myself.