The past has a way of resonating with the present. I used to think that nostalgia was a good thing, until someone who cares about me started to make me realize that it could mean going nowhere because it is reenacting a trauma.
With a good process of checking in with myself, the past can invade the present but with the important distinction of me being aware of it. That is just the beginning, however. The many different ways that the past makes itself known are each a message. When I accepted that, a kind of love for myself, a very old one, started to re-emerge. There's plenty of sadness, but also a sense of reality that frankly, never seemed possible.
Hope you will find continued inspiration here and feel the road beneath your feet.
Lose the drama; life is a poem.