A friend is moving, and I've just returned from a farewell buffet. Alas, I made the mistake of having a glass of wine. Alcohol and Effexor do not mix! I was beginning to feel decidely maudlin.

As I played with the dog, I had this flashback to a Christmas party I attended when I was ten. Something I'd forgotten about. At the end of about an hour, I recall I started crying and couldn't stop. I remember that I was crying because I felt so overwhelmingly sad. The mother of the host wanted to know what was wrong, but there was no way for me to explain.

I suppose that something that is truly forgotten is erased, and you cease to have any recall of it. But this was one of those scary memories tucked away in some back alleyway of the brain. Something that sits waiting to reemerge at the appropriate moment. And re-create a sadness that floods the system.