Nostalgia to me is bittersweet. Enjoying and appreciating the times, shows, games, friendships and activities I had years ago let’s me feel happy about it, but at the same time sad because those are times long past and unlikely to ever return. The dangerous thing about nostalgia is that it can hurt severely if it gets you at a low point in life, where it’s most likely to appear anyway. A year ago, when things weren’t going particularly well in my life, I thought about how good I had it when I was younger, began to think about times with friends who have either passed away or I drifted from and it spiralled me even worse than I already was. Now that things are good again, I can view it with positivity but there’s always the sour note at the end when you realise you can’t go back to things and emotions that have already happened. Yet there’s still time in your life to go and make new memories and experience new things so at the end of the day, you are your own worst enemy.