The way back

I went through hard times in my life,  like most of us,  and I tried to fight my way out of the darkest hours when I was younger. And when I say fight I mean literally,  even if my fights were mainly with walls or hard surfaces rather than with people. I'm not saying this out of pride or for some nostalgic feelings but because yesterday something weird happened to me. Yesterday it was very cold and I had slept less than usual so I couldn't find a way to keep myself warm other than my car heating system, so I kept it at maximum temperature. As the air went through the vents and crushed on my hands,  I was feeling it burning my knuckles because it was way too hot and all of a sudden I thought that I had to direct the vents away from my hands because they were wounded for punching a wall. I knew where the wounds were without looking at them and I could feel them, the only problem was that my hands weren't wounded at all. It was a memory of something that happened to me a few years ago,  on September of 2007. But it didn't feel like a simple memory because yesterday I could feel those wounds as if they were really there. I'm having a lot of experiences like this one,  lately. It all started with my detoxification which happened after I changed the way I was eating, after I started following the natural hygiene schemes. I feel as if the toxins that are melting away were holding pieces of information that are now running free through my blood stream and that my body can recognize and decode as memories, but more vivid and real than usual memories. Of course I'm not talking of deja vu or deja veçu, this is something else. Plus they're going backwards, in chronological order as if the toxins that are melting away now were older than the ones that did so a few weeks ago. Now I'm really curious to find out where this way back leads in the end.