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Anyway, that was a MASSIVE answer to your questions! I could've just said, "yes, I felt connected to Judaism" and "I cried when I remembered" and I wouldn't have had to break it up into so many comments. But there ya go :P

It's no differently than "regular" trauma, really. Until you fully process the traumatic event, you will continue to relive it.

I took my own life then, though, and had a rough start to this one -- that has played a HUGE role in remembering. I chose this life deliberately, I've realized. I don't know if ALL lives tie together in such a cohesive narrative, but I feel very little division between me and who I used to be...

I am much more grounded in my life and body now than ever before -- though it's been a process. Sometimes I look in the mirror and am excited by who I am, like life is a game and I get to be this whole new character I never fully appreciated before. It's a hard feeling to describe, but I sort of...

Many anxieties have gone as well, since remembering their origins: fear of my children drowning, fear of low flying planes, fear of suffocation, fear of buildings collapsing, an abstract terror of being somehow "outed" -- so many fears, cured!

Some huge changes have happened in my personal life since remembering, too -- I've had lifelong bouts of really intense gender dysphoria in this life, but since remembering my last life that's gone away, and I'm completely fine with being a woman.

It's been a year since then. I've gone through multiple phases of processing, sometimes ceremonially, sometimes just crying it out. I'm now in a practical stage, trying to make up for things I did wrong before. I have a much clearer picture of my personality flaws, being able to see them play...

The memories took years to come together, though, because I always assumed I must've been a woman on account of being so in love with a man. Once I realized I was ALSO a man, it all came crashing down, every single bit of it, in one fell swoop -- and I was left a blubbering mess.