How to cope once you’ve accepted the Mandela Effect is real


If you haven’t heard, the Mandela Effect is rather remarkable and disturbing moreso. The phrase was coined around 2010 by Fiona Broome after learning that Nelson Mandela was still alive even though she remembered his death in jail in the 80s. It wouldn’t have been anything to speak of if Broome hadn’t discovered that thousands of other people remembered Nelson Mandela’s death  in vivid detail as well, and they remembered the speech given by his wife, the riots in the streets, the funeral. Strange.

It didn’t take long for Broome and hundreds of thousands of people to identify other occurrences in which masses of people share in these “false memories.” Hundreds of logos, company names, actors’ names, famous lines in movies, verses from the Bible, movie titles, titles of television shows, have all changed, and there is no record of it ever being the way so many people remember. The majority of the people seem to remember them the way they were before.

For example, the vast majority of people seem to believe the Berenstein Bears were called The BerenstEin Bears with an ‘e.’ Unfortunately, now the Berenstein Bears are called the BerenstAin Bears, and even if you go digging through the attic for your old books from the 80s, thinking that maybe the name has just been changed since then, you’ll find the books have all changed and read, “Berenstain” now. It’s a super creepy experience, and I wouldn’t recommend it.

How do you remember Looney Toons being spelled? Now, we’re being told that Looney Tunes is the way it has always been. “Tunes” doesn’t even make sense! It was Looney Toons like cartoons.

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The movie Interview with a Vampire? Now, it’s Interview with the Vampire, and supposedly it always has been. Start typing “Interview with” into your Google search, and it will come up with “a vampire,” not “the vampire.” Have you read the book by Anne Rice? That has changed to Interview with the Vampire too.  Oh, and Rum Diaries with Johnny Depp is now The Rum Diary. Not the way I remember it.

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Mister Rogers? “It’s a beautiful day in THE neighborhood,” right? Not anymore. Now it has always been “a beautiful day in this neighborhood.” Nope, it really hasn’t.

Recognize this little curl on the F in the Ford logo? Me neither.

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White Out? It’s Wite-Out now, and supposedly it always has been Wite-Out.

Is Johnny Walker your favorite brand of scotch? Not anymore, it’s Johnnie Walker now, and it supposedly always has been!

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There is also the problem of what is referred to as residuals. There is plenty of evidence remaining that seem to prove that these events really did take place the way that they are remembered by so many, and that these past occurrences have since changed. For example, have you ever seen Risky Business with Tom Cruise and watched the famous dance scene? Do you remember him dancing in his underwear, wearing a white shirt and sunglasses? Well, now things have changed and he’s wearing a pink striped shirt and no sunglasses, and we are supposed to believe that is the way it has always been… except that there is plenty of residual evidence that Tom Cruise did in fact wear a white shirt and sunglasses. Parodies of the scene done on shows including Scrubs, The Simpsons, and The Nanny all depict the scene with the white button down and glasses. Also, it’s easy to see that thousands of people chose to dress as Tom Cruise in Risky Business for their Halloween costume, and they all have worn white shirts and sunglasses.

And this is what the scene looks like now (supposedly what it has always looked like):

Here is some residual evidence that Sex in the City has not always been Sex and the City as we are supposed to believe now. Never mind that just typing into your You Tube or Google search “Sex in” yields all kinds of Sex in the City results, while typing “Sex and” doesn’t yield any Sex and the City results.

You know the famous quote in Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Now, it’s “Magic mirror on the wall, who now is the fairest one of all?” and has been forever and always.

Except not.

If this is your first time hearing about the Mandela Effect, you’re brain will certainly stop you from believe me about it right now. Grab yourself your favorite snack, Cup o’ Noodles, sit back, check out What is the Mandela effect, and why is it boggling my mind? and get to googling, then come back and read on for how to cope.

Er, scratch that. It’s Cup Noodles now.

We’ve all heard of the five stages of grief. When the Mandela Effect first smacks you in the head, and you truly can’t deny it anymore, it is a rough process to deal with the fact that nothing is what you had thought it to be.

This is some of what I went through while struggling to come to grips with the Mandela Effect:

Physical pain:

My head literally hurts as I first begin to ponder the Mandela Effect. My forehead feels like it’s overheating. Is my head going to explode if I continue thinking about this? Interestingly, reading through the comments section of Mandela Effects sites, I find that a lot of other people posted that their heads were hurting as well. I’m not sure if this is just something said in this type of situation or if they all meant that their head was actually hurting.


The only thing that matters now is the Mandela Effect. I need to know everything that has changed. Right. Now. I need to gather all the information I can. There is no time in the day for anything else (which is really difficult if you have kids or a job or both). I may never sleep again. For me, this stage lasted around four days.


In truth, all my information gathering is an attempt to find evidence that nothing has actually changed at all because that little voice inside my head is still telling me that this couldn’t possibly be real.


As it gets harder and harder to deny this the more evidence I find, I become despondent. What is the point of anything? What is the point of going anywhere, doing anything, reading anything, watching anything when it could all disappear or change tomorrow? What’s to stop my kids from disappearing? Am I even real? Is anyone? Are my memories real? Nothing will ever be the same. Nothing matters anymore.

More denial:

I have trouble accepting that the only possible explanations for this are completely insane. It couldn’t possibly be that everything we thought we knew about the physical world around us was wrong. Parallel universes combining? Time travelers messing with our timeline? We’re all made up of code? Could I just be dreaming? Or maybe I and hundreds of thousands of others are just remembering everything wrong… in the exact same way. Hmmm… that’s crazy too. There is no sane way out of this one!

Doubting my sanity:

I must have completely lost it. Maybe I need to be institutionalized. Should I never speak of this again and go along living my life, pretending that everything is still okay so nobody will realize how completely nuts I am? Am I living in every science fiction thriller movie I’ve ever seen? This is The Butterfly Effect, that movie with Julianne Moore where aliens take her kid and try to convince her he never existed, The Matrix, The Thirteenth Floor, and Interstellar with Matthew McConnaughay. Why am I encountering so many coincidences lately? Are there more coincidences than there were before? Wait, is that how “coincidence” has always been spelled? I’ve lost my mind.


What is real? What can I trust? Can I trust my own memory? Can I trust others around me? How could anyone in their right mind possibly think that Tom Cruise was always wearing a striped pink shirt with no sunglasses in the famous Risky Business dance scene? Will my kids disappear? Will I disappear? Everyone in the world will eventually catch on as the occurrences and residual proof continue to stack up, and they’re all going to lose their minds. I’m relatively open-minded, and I’m having trouble dealing with this. The world economy will collapse, wars will break out, governments will be overthrown, money will become obsolete, mass suicides will prevail.

Grief over my losses:

Oh, why did you leave me, Berenstein Bears, why? Rod Sterling, I loved you and the Twilight Zone. Why have you changed so?

Even more denial or hope:

Maybe you’ll come back to me, Berenstein Bears? Maybe our top physicists will solve all of these discrepancies and everything will go back to the way it was.

Attempts at control:

If I write everything down, then maybe my memory won’t be malleable. Maybe I’ll have proof of everything. We should get a big group together and demand some answers. Let’s go to all the news stations and blow the lid off this thing; let’s go to the white house; let’s storm the doors of CERN. Even if they’re not responsible for what is going on, they definitely know about what is going on. They can’t keep us in the dark anymore. We have a right to know.


It is nice that so, so many other people are suffering with this information as I am and remember things exactly the way I remember them. I am not alone in this. Maybe we can all stick together. I think I’ll watch some more You Tube videos of other people losing their minds just like me.


Okay, something seriously crazy is going on. I have no control. All I can do is take joy in the simple pleasures in my life and try to keep going.

To be honest, I’m still hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

The Mandela Effect is a lot to deal with, especially because we don’t know why it’s happening or if it will ever stop. Even though things may have changed irrevocably, you can take solace in the fact that you are not alone in this. Your point of living still exists just like it did before. The only difference is that now you know something that you didn’t realize before. This seems empowering if anything since knowledge is usually power. We’re all in this together.

Oh, and I’ve heard that watching Rick and Morty as a means of coping works wonders.


Did you go through a similar process to me upon confrontation with the Mandela Effect? Did your head hurt? Do you have any advice about how to deal with this mind-boggling, universe-altering news?

See also:
What is the Mandela Effect, and why is it boggling my mind?

Evidence that the Mandela Effect is changing everything; Risky Business dance scene


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