This is something which troubled me as a young adult - which is quite a few decades ago now. I'd reached the end of my schooldays with a fair amount of light-heartedness. The world was almost an empty page on which I would make my way, whether through further studies, or entering the world of work, in some sort of career. However within a couple of years it was as if all the troubles of the world had descended on me. There was an emotional pain, something which is hard to express in words, it wasn't physical. Sometimes I described it to myself using a metaphor, it was as though my head was filled with rocks, but the size and quantity of those rocks would have filled a large building. Contained inside my head, the pressure was crushing. Remember, that's a metaphor. An attempt to describe something for which there are no words. But the main thing was, it hurt. Not physically, it wasn't that sort of pain. Sometimes it hurt a lot, sometimes not so much. The puzzle though, was the question of why? From what I had read, in various places, problems of the emotional kind have their causes in our past experiences. Gradually, I spent time reviewing the various stages of my life. The more recent years were still fresh in my mind, and there was nothing untoward there. The more distant reaches of my childhood, going back to the earliest years, I reached through a kind of self-regression, I found myself exploring my pre-school years as well as my schooldays. And all of it was pretty lightweight stuff. Sure, things hadn't been perfect, but there were no skeletons lurking in the closet, nothing to explain the pain I now felt. Thus I turned, slowly, gradually towards the idea of reincarnation, as a possible explanation. You see, my world was built on logic, everything had a cause. I had an effect without a cause. I think nowadays it might be described as a form of PTSD (posttraumatic stress disorder) though I use the term informally. The question remained, where and what was the 'T' (trauma)? I started to imagine that I must have been some sort of terrible person in a past life, but that was a misunderstanding I had at the time, I had vague ideas about karma which were probably unhelpful. Anyway, there did come a turning point, I identified a past-life connection. But for the most part, I didn't have the sorts of detailed memories of the kind which I see described by others. It has always been about an inner state of being, a sense of continuity, rather than what we usually think of as memories. There's more, much more. I'm reluctant to go too much into any identifying details, keeping things general rather than specific is what I'm aiming for, at least to begin with.