Sparked by music, specifically. Listening to music and watching music videos from 1985-89 I was hit with a punch in the gut. I was a 10 year old then. Life was very simple, we had no money but we were happy. My older sister loved Curiosity Killed The Cat and Nik Kershaw and A-ha and I idolised her.
Then my mum had a massive breakdown and ended up in a psych hospital for six months (I do remember her spending a lot of time lying on the sofa when I was that age) and everything changed. She was ill for all of my early teenage years. I had a rough puberty. I was lost and clueless and it’s only in recent years that I’ve started to unravel how much those years affected me and set me on a course in life that took me a long time to get past.
I’d always thought of nostalgia as a nice comfort feeling but it’s painful in a lot of ways. My dad died a couple of years ago and maybe it’s because my DS is now the same age I was when everything fell apart for me that it hits differently.