Shreya Dave

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There is this construct in psychology called transactive memory. It is the idea that we store information and ideas—memories even—in the minds of the people around us. I cannot help but wonder if this is true of joy and sadness too? If it is possible to share emotion in this way? And what must it feel like when a person you love carries your heaviness, if only for a moment?
Places I Stopped on the Way Home: A Memoir of Chaos and Grace
by Meg Fee
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