Delete for Me

On WhatsApp, there is a feature called “Delete for me”. This deletes messages on your end of the conversation but maintains it in the inbox of the other person you were having the conversation with.

All this feature does is get rid of the proof of what happened on your side. The other person may still have access to it.

In my life, I try to push every unpleasant experience into my little “Delete for me” file. It keeps all the horrible times in one place I can control, in the back of my mind, growing dust, sometimes calling out to me to remember them on my lowest days or when my mind is inactive.

In as much as I am giving off an “out of sight, out of mind” attitude, I still acknowledge that those things happened. Those things tormented my existence at one point. Those things woke me up at night, gave me panic attacks, had me scream my lungs out with the car windows rolled up whilst I drove down the highway.

Those things are still there. Out there.

When you sort out your box of memories, ensure that your memories are dealt with and felt for. Ensure you embrace the emotions your heart is afraid to absorb. In that, you’ll know how deep to go in prayer, healing, regrowth and regeneration 😂.

The “Delete for Me” file should only host DETAILS of a memory that are irrelevant, but still have the most power to add salt to the wound. Your memory box should contain the general surface-based explanation of what happend so that you don’t find yourself in that situation again. Or, just for simple record keeping. As healthy as it is to be happy, we need to acknowledge that feeling sadness is also proof of life.